Wake Her Up

Sunday morning-
I never thought
I'd see you here.
Quiet whispers
the fear of changing
this stillness.
In the place
where dreams collide
with reality,
I knew your name,
but couldn't find
the courage to ask
when you were leaving.
That was our moment;
in treasures of gold
they'll never find
such wealth to sip
like vintage wine.
Our love like a blanket
wrapped us tight-
your voice flowed
like a river
rushing through me.
My love, I swear
I'll never push
the way they will.
I swear as long
as this ocean moves
I'll love you
like the dawn
kisses morning-
and the night
parades the stars.
It's always the same
when close beside you-
these nightmares end
quiet whispers begin
on Sunday morning.

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