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By Dylan Kwiatkowski Date: 2003 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.24.15.21.9403]] |
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In a crumpled mess she lies upon the bed. Her blonde hair, wild and free. Not waking her, I gently kiss her soft cheek. Such a deep sleeper. She does not stir. Even as I drop my pen sending it dancing across the floor. Dream away my love. Dream of days we will spend together, dream of the happiness that only our shared love can bring. Do not let the hardships of life tear you from your dreams. Allow them to show you your life in their own special way. Let them guide you and bring you joy. She turns, placing her right hand tenderly upon my thigh. I place the pen and notebook down, and curl up next to her. Hoping somehow to capture her thoughts and become part of her dreams. Sleep tight my love and may it bring you only the sweetest of dreams. |