Come To Me Out While I'm Sleeping
Tonight, the dark, not night, is through
With the bearing of nimbus sheets.
Before I dreamt in dreams, I knew
Tonight, the dark, not night, is through.
The draft in air says you're here, too.
A sixth light, you enter for me.
Tonight, the dark, not night, is through
With the bearing of nimbus sheets.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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