July 1, 2011
Silver beams of moon light,
Cascading down your back.
You remind me of everything I have and everything I lack.
I see in your face the peace of sleep.
What could you be dreaming???
Maybe of the past, or what could be
But as I sit here watching you I hope you dream of me.

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