A dream, asleep
under chandelier skies.
I slip through the ether
beside lakes coated in moonlight sequins.
Duvet nights and blanket satellites.
If I could pluck some
lucky heather I’d wish upon
the stars that shine.
I’d ask for you
to come and lay down
the roots of time
and entwine in this dream of mine.
I dream as free as a whisper,
a promise kept, a secret
wept under that tree before I slept.
A tear for every scar, a whimper for
what I lost when I stopped looking for more.
A cry that it was always you I looked towards.
It was always you that made my rivers flow forward.
And if I could pull a four-leaf clover
from the ground beside me,
I’d wish to the heavens,
for you to lay out a memory,
so that we could listen to the waves
lapping their melody upon the shore
of the lakeside scenery.
And I see through closed eyes
a starlit night, as the starlet
dances in scarlet highlights,
and I open to see, a shooting star,
and I wish...
Once more for you to be
here to hold me warm,
to be here where we belong.
Two souls that should
always have been one.
My love in whispered tears,
I sing my song for you.
Will you hear the words
when the melody is gone?
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