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Smiles
I've thought of you today.
Too much goes on,
time flies too soon,
and yet,
you come unbiden and I stop and smile...
I write and I think,
if only moments were you and not just words on a page.
My words cannot capture you and the moments slip away.
And this hope is born daily of my dreams of the night.
Not always or often but still,
when you come,
dreams are a sweeter place.
There where wish and longing and hope intertwine
and in that timeless place within where dreams are real and real is false,
you move and speak til dawn and hope is born anew.
...and my hope is,
somewhere,
sometime,
that you'll think of me
and you'll stop and you'll smile too.
Too much goes on,
time flies too soon,
and yet,
you come unbiden and I stop and smile...
I write and I think,
if only moments were you and not just words on a page.
My words cannot capture you and the moments slip away.
And this hope is born daily of my dreams of the night.
Not always or often but still,
when you come,
dreams are a sweeter place.
There where wish and longing and hope intertwine
and in that timeless place within where dreams are real and real is false,
you move and speak til dawn and hope is born anew.
...and my hope is,
somewhere,
sometime,
that you'll think of me
and you'll stop and you'll smile too.
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