If Im quiet I can hear it
Rest in the cup of my hands
Eyelids droop
Pretty as the butterflies play
Listless on a summers day
Drink in the aqua blue
Serenade me on your fingertips
Pirouetting are the fairies
Glistening wings shimmer in the heat
Silver puffs blow away the gray
Its her I hear you say
Eyes adjust focus from the blur of sleep
White dressed in shadows
Fogged in textures
Held just out of reach
Perfumed in breath
Of lavender and heath
Trill of the song
Masks the footfall
Hummingbirds whistle along
My eyes follow the disturbance in air
Refracted in a memory
Wishing you where really there
Living less satiated
Than the beginning of this day
Lulled back into sleep
I wake in the knowing
A dream is but a memory
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