You come to me in dreams
Like Jacob’s angels
Forth & back to heaven
Are you real, or just fantasy?
I hear you call to me across the water
I feel your arms around me, you whisper my name,
tickling gently at the nape of my neck –
I don’t want the dawn to come.
Sunrise streaks the skies
Must you go?
Soon, soon, is the hungry promise
You to me, me to you; Soon.
Maybe tomorrow I will wake
And you will stay.
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