yes, you

as the seconds tick towards a dream
in another mysterious night of you
aside the bliss of warmth and breath
the tears in sleep, shed
when you disappear from lucid time
but hope to materialize
in a fairy-tale
this night
not to take away
or diminish
the perfume fantasy that is a life of
yes, you

here comes the tale
to ease the troubles
calm the rem
can this be true
which is the real
by day or dark
a soothing hand caresses storms of mind
a wealth in, almost real, golden rays
a sun, where moon in isolation bore
the weight that love conferred
in this dream as light hours
yes, you

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