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in places
held to in between
the twilight
and the deep
there’s a dream I have
and you
are mine in slumber
where pages turn
much slower
snowflakes swirl about your eyes
even now
I taste the sweet
that is your kiss
of violins I never heard
your fingers stir to wonder
and for one endless moment
we are one
wrapped within this fragile night
secrets whispered softly
of where I was
and when you came to me
long before
the sunrise bleeds
and I am pulled to living
I hold you near
and pray the night
be long