lest we worry
love will matter
when ten thousand years
are gone
when all our hopes
are scattered
as dark before the dawn
tender places
we are saving –
in each others arms
to stay
chasing whispers of forever –
when the world has
passed away
let me tarry
with the sunrise
close your eyes and sleep again
there’s a dream
that shares your story –
I’ll be there
to let you in
. . .
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