Soft  the moss I lie upon, heart in hands,
straying toward heavenly light, with promise,
thoughts soar high, clouds white, full of
dreams, wonder. love, where are colors so vivid
that brightened my rainbows when love
entered my heart I wondered! ghostly shapes
drifting, dreams that make my world
a world of mystical softness, so beautiful doth
the air feel, kissing my life, when loneliness
touches for a while, a peace, a calmness, a
song, an echo from afar.

So while dreams drift high, they staredown
from yonder, gazing openly at my lonely
soul, they lay there hands softly upon it, soaking
in the day, dreams shall touch down, when vivid
colors of love shall once again brighten the rainbow
around the waterfall, warmth will kiss the evening
skies with love and passion, only light will enter
hiding shadows that grew so dark through days
when clouds hid away the blueness of promise
and truth.

Now with promise will jasmine scent the air,
touching heart, soft lights showering from
the distance where song flows across the universe
of mystery, heavens gate shall open, love
shall enter, no more trials, and sorrow,
two souls shall walk the garden of no
return. when softness will thicken, eyes filled
with emotion as Venus kisses the moon with
flare, the softness of her touch shall soothe the
glow so lonely.

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