Violet dew drops on my lips, Out of sunlight, feelings slip. A morning I awaken, With sounds unspoken. Something just touched me, A soft whispering dream I see. Out of the west, I see the sun, Rising up, burning the clouds, Scattering the shadows, And feeding the flowers. In the echoes of my soul, As the dust grows old. Sleeping to be hugged, Dreaming to be loved. Visions they stir about, But never try to shout. Out of the west, I see the moon, Floating gently across the sky, Sprinkling the sleepers, With sweet purple dreams.
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