In Sleep

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By Don't build lies on ice cubes. •

Laying here naked on this bed of hope With a pea beneath the springs I'm soaring forward through time and space As I fly upon my angel's wings I'm calling into the calm of the night Waiting in stillness for the reply The voice of a guardian picks me up And I dance to him through the sky My eyes are shut as I move above And I take a glance down below Im leaving the one who lays lying there And I know exactly where I shall go In an instant I'm standing in your room Patiently, I'm watching as you sleep Your breathing becomes steady and low As you fall into a slumber so deep Eyes open and you turn to me My fingers entwined with your left hand Together we leave the one lying there As we venture to our own foreign land I'm spinning with you around every star We watch the sun rise from an empty beach Swimming through those crystalline waterfalls In this place just beyond our reach But the dawn is quickly approaching So smile that sad goodbye Yet know that there is always a time When I'll dance with my love in the sky

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September 21, 2005 23:02waterlily

bed of hope...is how most lovers beggin to cope...with the hangman's rope...love is just like dope...restless and disturbing...enlightening and perturbing...cute image..our own foreign land...hand in hand...like the last line best since i used to love to dance long long ago....cheerio!