| tender night streams in through open window
cool air and calm place subtle kiss on skin i open to the soft embrace of hope that gifts my world of quiet thought and dream with moments yet untouched by savage time would your touch, when you at last find me, lying in soft breezes and night scents, be gentle with this hopeful waking heart and senses weary of the cruel hold of this dark place, the games and unkind mass confusion born of mortal mind? *it�s time to wake, will you kiss me now?* |
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| *image: jim crompton |