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Dream Catcher

in the early mornings hours
the wind carries no sound � �
before the new day flowers � �
and the sun shows it�s crown � �
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golden silence raises a smile � �
colours form a painted scene � �
would love your company awhile � �
my soul needs to come clean � �
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the long shadows you undress � �
phoenix slow in her ascent � �
time drips like honey�s caress � �
sacred is the life we�ve spent
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embrace the lines of my face � �
mist performs a ritual dance � � �
I�d spend forever in this place � �
spare nobody a second glance � �
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picture of beauty and grace �
there cannot be another �
joined like leather and lace �
come to me my morning lover �
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a swirling scent of pleasure �
this inescapable conclusion �
after all there is no measure �
reality is not a mere illusion �
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in the rays of the dawning sun � �
waken the sleeper in the garden � �
I�m back where my memories run � �
a new day grants me a pardon