The sky is beginning to lose
The depth of its darkness.
The night, it seems
Is gathering up her skirts
Ready to bid goodbye
To the fading stars.
Your scent is everywhere…
Upon my pillow
In my hair
Permeating the very air
And I breathe in, deeply
The depth of its darkness.
The night, it seems
Is gathering up her skirts
Ready to bid goodbye
To the fading stars.
Your scent is everywhere…
Upon my pillow
In my hair
Permeating the very air
And I breathe in, deeply
As the moon tiptoes
Around the edge
Of the half opened windowsill,
I inhale the still air
Thick and heavy with love
And slip softly
Into a satiated sleep.
A promise had been kept.
You had come to me in my dreams.
MS
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