If I could lay upon
The fabric of your dream
Thin fingers of art
Born of hunger
Passion peeping
Midnight weeping.
Breathing moments passing
Mingled with rain
Solitude to press
A single wanton kiss
The movement of leaves
Dance upon the breeze.
The heartbeat in a smile
A babys chuckle upon time
If only I could lay upon
The fabric of your dream
Passion peeping
Midnight weeping.
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