There once was this place,
Where I could be at ease,
Be at peace with myself.
There once was this bed,
Where I could rest my weary head,
And never think about when or why.
But now that I'm here,
I feel like part of me died,
And there's no reason to worry or fret.
But how can I lay alone?
How can I go back to cold?
Why waste my time here,
When I could whisper in your ear,
The secret of our sanctuary.
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Watching one's eyes close as they fall asleep,
their lashes reminding me of the dusty miller, blanched and deep
the mitten-like flapping of little white moth wings...
a pleasure to watch sleep take sail,
and ride on those wings into a faery tale.
I like the rhythm of this. Especially the lines that stand out on their own, like the last one. it makes them more effective. And I love "Why waste my time here, When I could whisper in your ear, The secret of our sanctuary."
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