If only they knew
they dreamt of each other
on the nights when the stars
sing songs of ancient lovers.
Would they run
into the night together?
Hand in hand,
or would they let those dreams
drift through their fingers
like fine golden sands.
If they only knew,
that her words sang through
every dreamworld he wandered,
and in hers
his voice could be heard,
teaching the tamed birds
to sift through every morsel.
Would they let their words and voice
become one joyous song,
or would they leave the chorus
for the birds to sing alone.
If they only knew,
the colour of his dreams,
shades of blue,
and her red hued visions,
could meld into
a beautiful purple paradise,
would they sleep
and dream of rainbows instead?
Or would they let
his blue blend with her red
and what would be said?
Are they words she
has written in his head,
or words he once read.
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