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As a Lover Sleeps, He Dreams

Like a cold wind, rushing through.

Which melds a colour,

That only you......

could paint my heart.

Too short a time,

upon an ashen sand,

Where grey capped waves,

swept us away.......

While walking hand in hand.

The mischief, in your eyes 

Sparkled as a setting sun.....

darkened, the shore.

While a pixie, stole my heart 

with the colour, of your smile,

and 

I longed......... for more.

For, who ....could tell a faerie ,

that she's not real .......

or having kissed, an angel !

Not sing hosanna......

or 

Ring that mission bell.

Deep..... in the corridors, 

of my mind.

Behind, a hidden door.

My true loves memory,

awaits me ........

Once again 

Encore.

Giajl © Jim Love