With my eyes at rest,
my breath deep and soft,
you sent me a song in my sleep -
a symphony for my dreams.
Only,
I can’t recall the melody…
or find the lyric swimming in the pink of the dawn.
And so, I pray for midnight to come -
damning the waking hours upon hours -
rushing my head to its pillow,
that I may hear your music -
the soft hum of the strings,
the low vibration of your voice.
Sharing only seconds of time in the confusion of sleep,
we are allowed to dance together again.
And as the sky turns navy – signaling night
I follow this song to wherever you are.
Follow I will, its sound,
till we meet once more forever
in the paradise that cradles your soul.
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man, do i give diana ross a run for her money,with a straightening iron in my hand and "someday we'll be together" playing on the ipod.
