Lullaby
Between us:
rock; soil; ocean; magma.
I will endure all these miles;
to hold your hands in mine
like we did last night
in my sweetest dream.
The fragrance of your neck
is hypnotic;
your voice - a lullaby.
Dreams depict reality -
the past and the future -
accurately; like a meteorologist
predicting tomorrow's weather.
When did being awake
become less real
than being asleep?
Inspired by yesterday's freewrite, Dreams.
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