Hold On Tightly Understanding Nightly
A vixen, a minx, a prophetess’s dream
She comes nightly to breeze me away
On faerie wings, heading toward the homeland
Always in awe, I dare not question her.
Admiring her armor and her stealth,
I hold on tightly, without sound, understanding
the ancient rules of faith, although they are never spoken
Telepathy is a marvelous yet necessary dreamland commodity.
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