Sweet memories of your
Candid gentle voice
Run like the trickles of sand
Inside the hour of significance
So vivid as the strand
Of your shiny long black hair
Soul gazing in between
The full moon and the star dust
A soul dance of no coincidence
Meeting of minds sublime
Not an accident in time
Let the giver offer love
To an open heart
Shall it rest the restless
As the waves of the ocean bear witness
To the bold sweet nothings
A night to remember
The dream maker’s wish
A pure omen shoots the dark night
A star falls in the lap
Of the beloved
What dreams may come in the rain
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