Dream away

Your voice wakes the wild nature in me

You sing and your lyrics touch my soul

I love the moments you looked over your shoulder

To catch my stare; as you danced and laughed

***

You dress like the rare tulips that grow on our farmyard

Fresh and delicate as pink, lively as the green bean pods

Scenting the room with your flowery perfume

We walk on the beach, you leading the dream, our dream

***

And when the nights come upon our weary selves,

You make me close my eyes and dream away


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