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It’s at 3am she awakens when he
murmurs her name while he sleeps
in his dream he reaches through the
stars touches her as the moonlight creeps
‘cross her eyes seeking out the nightly
sun gifted those the daylight can’t reach
she stretches her limbs she can
feel his eyes feel the fire only his hands can bring.
At dawn the eagle’s eyes are
sharp, now become real what once was a game
a twitch in his heart urges him
to flight, find the spirit that won’t be tamed
to each other is all what was promised
them, to live free to them was ordained
he can hear her breath, he can
smell her scent, she's callings the name she cannot forget.
That's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd now I wonder if I've ever said my wife's name in my sleep...
... tears ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteOooo La La, friend Shadow ... smiles ... Je t'aime ... remember that song? Love, cat.
ReplyDeletestrange things happen at 3am
ReplyDelete3:00 am has always been a magical time for me as that is when the veil is thinnest and my soul awakens to inner longings.
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