In a Dream, I held a Thought
In a dream I held a thought
softly in my hand
like the delicate soul of an angel
it filled the crisp evening air
with lilting notes of a tiny crystal bell
born of Heaven
but given to earth as a gift of love
transforming the night
with its beauty and grace
until it blossomed
into a precious flower
becoming all that I cherish
in this world
as sleep washes away
into the quiet night
the gentle sound of love sleeping close
draws me closer
to the faint beating of your heart
snuggling in the warmth of you forever
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