as beauty kisses
      the dark of night
dreams of whispers
      take heavenly flight,
floating high, above sleepy beds
       leaving whispering dreams
           to fall
               upon
                   sleepy heads….  
so dream
              a dream,
                     of your love so true
                      while stars twinkle
                         silver and blue….
as mr. moon
            watches from above
       the most beautiful dreams
of sweetest love…

she could
have two
heads and
he still
wouldn’t
notice her

For the last time and forever
They pulled away from each other.
Their intertwined fingers unravelling
Like threads coming apart.