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The image becomes clearest when I close my eyes,
Lapis lazuli arms outstretched
As wide as wide can be.
Streaked heavens that beckon me to alight, believe,
While misty hands wave over my soul
To pass me with the breeze.
Now giggles and whispers float loudly then softly,
Carried on the cottony fingers
That curve around to tease,
A dancing somersault that transforms from this place
To that where you lie in wait for me
And I can feel you breathe.
Billow clouds become pillows where my hopes are laid
That sink deeply with the weight of need
For you who are my dream.
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