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I don't wish to wake you,
from your slumber,
from your dreams.
As shadows dance along the walls,
and night owls call,
and crickets cry.
May I not disturb the dreams that flow through you,
may you dream of life,
may you dream of love.
Your white dress surrounds you,
floating down,
floating with you.
Along the lily banks,
of the river,
of your dreams.
I will not take you from this dream,
nor this slumber,
nor this calm.
(c) Alan Bailward, September 1999
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