Saturday, October 11, 2008

2:14 am

Yet it's late I think of you
I wonder how you dream
do you move on prior thoughts
you move on mine it seems
In the precious hours
as your body finds its rest
Does a smile befall your face
of me at your behest
Even in my deepest dreams
a beating heart does stir
motions of relations
that our stations can't deter
Time a gentle wave we ride
no storms come as we sleep
mountains seem to crumble down
are found no longer steep
All the world is turning
giving way to morning's hue
love to wonder how you dream
it's late I think of you

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