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dreamGirl

she calls to me
from dreams while
all manner of wraiths
and night terrors
are silenced, too, at
the hush of her
honey voice.

at first blush,
when we sink from the
eternal empty of space into
this dayspring well of sunlit
Creation, when the will-o’-the-wisp
sings its way into oblivion,

she is the light of dawn,
soft and still, that
rouses me from such
foolishness found
in slumber.

rather one minute in her waking
presence, than a lifetime
of the best dreams.

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