Dreams of a Dreamer

Sleep comes in the darkest hours taking away all the fears and leaving only tomorrows dreams to be answered, yet the lingering taste of yesterdays kiss still sweetens the softness of thy lips, only with the bliss filled dreams of what once was do you remember what can be the gentle flutter of the first signs of life the soft whispers of promises of tomorrows, the tears that fall against the silky skin as the beautiful process of dreams begins. The gentle touch of a calloused hand and the trembling of the first kiss. There is no darkness in the world of dreams where anything that was can be and anything that can be is. We travel the roads that we were destined to travel often dreaming of places where we never thought to unravel.

 

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