Is It?
is it
that you are calling my name
cajoling silence resounding
in an echo
that makes me weep
or is it
that you are pulling at my heart
tiny invisible strings
tugging, rousing me
from my sleep
or is it
that you look in my eyes
watching visions dance
and swirl in rhythm,
treasures buried
in my deep
or is it
that you are simply
answer to my wishes
candles, pennies, and stars
that were never
mine to keep
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