In the Slow Magic
When dawn is done and we’re alone
I want you in my embrace,...to trace
the aura of the dreams we’ve sewn
and bask dreamily in this space
In the slow magic of the night
I drift into your arms
awash with all your charms
As the dark consumes the sky
and the moon...begins its swoon
Your calming touch brings a sigh
as I beg tomorrow not come too soon
In the slow magic of the night
when the day has brought too much
you calm me with your touch
Then brightness announces the day
and our dreams...become new schemes
the night’s fantasies fade away
and day’s realities become extremes
In the slow magic of the night
when at last all worries are outcast
I melt into ecstasy unsurpassed
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