smiles lines
soft words
she dreams a dream of silk
sunlit mornings unabashed
closed doors
open windows
promises kept
if only that dream never faded
she loves to lie in bed at night
imagining words of beauty
a rhythm unhurried
without the desperation
of young love
she day-dreams of mercy
slender hands
and delicate fingers
lilies floating
and soaking in warmth
in her dreams, there is symmetry
of the sweetest kind
at length, the vision fades
with sleep as its parting gift
offering what solace it can
imparting the gift of oblivion
she will wake tomorrow
to dream again
in shades of cream and violet
holding whispered words close
and unspoken closer still
with eyes open and dancing
she will gaze at the heavens
somehow
still full of hope
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