Sweet Dreamers
In wildest dreams, In snow and silence
We speak only whispers, like velvet violence
We curl up our brows, in fashionable distaste
and dive into mirrors with liquid grace
You'll warm by the fire, I'll wish I was there
to sip and discuss all the words in the air
To fill up on secrets, to laugh 'till we cry
A pair of sweet dreamers, that's you and I...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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