Cascading softly, through layers of dreams,
You tumble so gently in time...
You're essence is felt by my spirit, it seems,
As I sleep in deep slumber sublime.
Softly you whisper my name on the breeze,
Carried away on soft clouds...
I almost can touch you, illusive it seems,
Although nothing is spoken out loud.
Oh may I never awake from this moment,
To find an illusion instead....
Just let me slumber, alone in my dreams,
With echos of you in my head.
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