I dream about her constantly, I know not her name.. I see her frequently but not her face, eluding and hidden without my sight, Minutes tick, falling 'to twilight..
As I lay and as I cuddle, the night whispers of, her or could it be pure drivel? ..
I fear a day when I know its late. When I'm old, grey and bent out of shape. A day to never arrive, fear playing tricks, damn this hopelessness! !
Dark and empty without her peace, crashing waves beckon without mercy, an without grace. With light and lady in thus dream, light becomes sight, in my dreams but-alas.. I am blind and but a blur, foggy song and memories to adore - oh so fleeting...
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