Dec 01, 2010 19:03
Touch my heart, elusive peace
That comes in dreams
When night is still
Loves once lost
Reappear as new
We sit and talk
Old friends again
Wounds are healed
Sleep's gentle balm of Gilead
Mocks grief with smiles and laughing eyes
Only to vanish with a wave
As the dawn of the new day sighs
sleep poem
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