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I am sending you the

clouds of my dreams,

a pillow to rest my head tonight.



I will slumber into the night,

wafting my scented spirit high

into the crescent scythe

of the moonlight;

as he beacons me

to his awaiting arms tonight.



Winterland is the realm of

your supreme command reigns,

nudging my drowsy spirit:

'go silently lie, as I'll hum my lullabye';

your sweet whisper caresses me by.



Along came the Angel in the night

trudging with his glorious wings in the sky;

A shade of light

from his halo bright

like a torch it guides me by.



My heavy eyelids bid good night,

As you tuck me in bed tonight;

warm with passion and loving kisses

feelings grow like blooming posies;

they sweeten my dreams adieu, I sigh.



My magic carpet flies tonight

as my pillow hangs tight:

My clouds, my dreams;

at your command, I sweetly resign.



~greenmeadow~

2/19/2006