Saturday, 30 April 2011

Daydream Sleep

Take these dreaming words I mutter, and dance with me tonight.
See the stars we can never reach, I feel our heartbeats and I lose count.
Fresh twilight air, a blue, illusive breeze,
blows through your hair and into me.
You leant down, upon one knee,
and asked me for my hand and,
I never thought I'd want to hear, the question I imagined.

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