Not dreaming anything tonight,
tired of perambulations I decide.
Just want to sleep in your bed
forgetting every thing except
the starlit sky and cosmic clouds,
from where I and you did descend,
on the wings of a mystery, that still continues.
Your bed is soft, the best healing spot
I have ever known, in this troubled planet,
I roll on to the soft heat from your body permeates,
and yet again become aware that you are the best thing
that happened in this wanderer's journeys through moors.
Remember the first time I heard your name whispered,
resounded within my bone marrow
and wondered about the magic it carries with it.
We walked a million miles in a second,
and crossed a life time in a day sometimes,
we are calibrated in perfect synchronization,
we understand with a smile,with our souls it resonates.
The sunset whispers the secret: go in to the light, eternal.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Not dreaming anything tonight,
tired of perambulations I decide.
Just want to sleep in your bed
forgetting every thing except
the starlit sky and cosmic clouds,
from where I and you did descend,
on the wings of a mystery, that still continues.
Your bed is soft, the best healing spot
I have ever known, in this troubled planet,
I roll on to the soft heat from your body permeates,
and yet again become aware that you are the best thing
that happened in this wanderer's journeys through moors.
Remember the first time I heard your name whispered,
resounded within my bone marrow
and wondered about the magic it carries with it.
We walked a million miles in a second,
and crossed a life time in a day sometimes,
we are calibrated in perfect synchronization,
we understand with a smile,with our souls it resonates.
The sunset whispers the secret: go in to the light, eternal.
at the culmination of the dream, eternity beacons.
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