things we cannot trace...

drifting off to dreams unknown,
I'm a speck upon the sea.
the moon is new, so countless stars,
twinkle, winkle back at me.
Over waves, inside my mind,
oceans cresting, lullabies.

if I should dream, before I wake,
I trust in you to guide me.
through the night, I must rest,
you are right beside me.

waking dreams and eerie things,
are swallowed whole in angels' wings.

The End

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