Be not fearful of the night
delight in dreams to glide
here is where you come for me
and force my love inside
Quick on wings of midnight
light the soul with memories bind
leaving scars on hearts of ours
and to the lips remind
Burning touch of heaven
angels singing tales of old
here you are my spectred saint
in dreams by wrists to hold
Streaking flash of passion
starry peaks and valleys low
diving down as thoughts resound
into your love I go
In the dreary morning
dusting dreams til hearts divide
be not fearful of the night
delight in dreams to glide
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