Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Pleasant Dreams

It's the little moments
Things you say
Things left unsaid
Those are the moments when we live
The moments that follow me
Where ever I go
Each day
The moments that find me
As I sleep each night
Peacefully swaying on the ocean of dreams
The honey-sweet air
Warm, and soft
Caresses me
As I drift away

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