Come with me, My Loving Dreamer
Lay next to me on cool, soft sands
Point out the very constellations
That live inside our hearts and hands
Remind me of the way to forgive
Myself when I am missing stars
Or how they may simply be dimmer
Than other parts of who we are
We live anon unto infinitum
We may do things we can’t perceive
Do not point to black, empty skies
When you are a star-lit sea
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