Dream Figure
A dream of sweet innocence comes in a daze.
The twilight of the sky seems to fade.
A figure is seen but only in a haze.
The closer it gets only a shadow is made.
Pure love of the heart comes without fashion.
Soulful energy comes in a slow pace.
The figure is adorned with such a passion.
At the drop of a dime, it’s gone without a trace.
How eerie is this figure, yet captivating,
To hypnotize a creature with my deep mind.
I never thought sleep could be so motivating.
To sleep I go now for I have someone to find.
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