Thoughts of what tomorrow brings
Keeping in a lucid State
A sleep of dreams that might awaken
Cannot put the mind to rest
In and out of words unspoken
Drifts across my eyes
Wondering what will be
And where my standing lies
There he stands
Her eyes behold
Without words to unfold
fate that grips
A warming cold
Left in time to be told
Face captures turning thoughts
Open dreams to a part
Asleep in arms wrapped softly
To shiver in content
Fate that grips
A warming cold
Left in time to be told
There he stands
Her eyes behold
Without words to unfold
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