Afterglow of Day

I would know more of you
than your mystic words supply
for to reach and touch the sky
I need to be
still grounded in this earth's reality

I hear you whisper
soft and gentle
in an artistry of words
that tease the soul
amid the mists of dreams forever calling

what magic this
as night is falling
calling me to dream
these dreams with you...?


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