Would you believe that
Sleep will steal me away soon,
Tamyka Bell
I genuinely thought
That the words had left me
And the language was gone?
I was so wrong,
For they still live within me
And still flock around me,
Like the birds await the dawn.
But dreams return me to you
So I may rest with you by my side.
If love is a gift,
Then it soon must be given
By the light of a full moon.
27 August, 2004
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