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Waking Dream
by Alison Stormwolf


restingHe descends to sleep, while I rise
From those misty depths
Where dreams are made
And realised.

Maybe I should remain
And seek him out
The fire in my heart
Lighting the way
For my dream feet
To tread safely

Maybe I should linger
In the twilight of the soul’s reflection
where I feel him all around me
trading misty kisses

For more of him…


© Alison Stormwolf

 

 


Artwork © Christophe Vacher.

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