Sleep softly, my desire...
My love for you will never tire.
Amid this world that lives, that dies,
May soothing dreams embrace you where you lie.
Together or alone,
At rest, at work, at play—we've grown
Accustomed to each other's hearts;
In truth we're never far apart.
The story has no end;
When morning comes, we silently arise.
Our aspirations blend
To greet the greatest good with open eyes.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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