With quill in hand and ink in well intending to pen lines
I drift into a dream
A tender voice I’ve known so long whispers from within
I am yours come home
I startle then I am awake. I’ve heard the call before now
From visions passed
I remember the silhouette of her against the light of the moon
And my heart burns
So many levels into the dream and I have lost my way there
Beside passion’s heart
The noble quest has lost its worth as I desire to be near her
Within reach of her kiss
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