In the magic hour
Between the closing of lids
And the lucidity of dreams
This is where you will find me
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Where there in lies the threshold
In the palace of dreams betwixt
The sands and waters that unfold
Watch the wrist that bares not
But these hands that are of flesh
Stretched openly to your beating heart
Through the current of your breath
Into your cool still loving waters
The tumbling of my fingers
Clumsily caressing
Circular waves crashing
out of you and into me
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Yet the wrist that bares not the knowledge
The hour dims on my only grace
My only time with you
The ending hope that tomorrow
I will be called upon again
To your sweet lucidity