i'm a distant voice
in his head, in his mind,
he wakes up at the dawn
with ideas he can't fight.
he felt something touched his cheek,
soft like breeze from out of wild.
i just breathed and sent him kiss
from the cloud that's far from sight.
he can sense me in his dreams,
singing mildly, speak in tongues.
he's awake an hour past,
too distressed that dreams don't last.
his serenity's disturbed
by reality alone.
he is restless in his home,
giving mates some attitude.
he's in search of my pure love,
that's poured gently onto him.
he just wanders 'round the world now,
longing hardly for the dream.
night visitor
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