Lullaby.

The moon pours like
An iridescent waterfall
Into the pool of my
Hopeful dreams;

Nightfall turns my eyes
To the things of faeries,
And out of the silence,
I find music that is
Deafening.

Purple clouds coerce
These daring sweet thoughts
Of you and your beaming soul—
I feel your arms hold me
In my imagination.

The strange persona
You uphold will one day
Reveal to me with perfect
Clarity your beautiful
Extent of personality.

Perfection in imperfection.
Lilies in valleys.
A glowing city on a charcoal hill.

Soft wool caresses my fingers
As I lay in quiet,
Giving my envisioning thoughts
Over to Abba
And sleep.

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