Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Night sky

The moon has risen.
Bold and beautiful.
Shining down on a million dreams 
I sit in its light 
Awaiting slumber
Summer air soaked in sweated skin feels my senses.
Memories wash over me 
Like waves from a steady tide.
That broken piece inside wakes
Sleep. Sleep.
Such beautiful times...
Always bring me to you.
Dream of me.

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