Speak To Me
speak to me . . .
whisper softly cosmos notions
I'm not a flight
of the imagination
you're not deranged
you're the saucer for my cup
the wind to my back
you're my everything, my all
I am eternally yours
direct your dreams of me
my dreams are pumped up
only for you
I dream extraterrestrial dreams
never fear
I will find you
for your gentle radiance
will guide me to you
ahhh . . .
we will finally
touch
look into each others eyes
and embrace
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