Reverence can conceal
the moon can beg
but no one listens
twinkling, hanging on
you hold my mind
you walk amongst my dreams
whisper like you always do
silence I beg
away I plead
Limbo; it is for another night's dream
dwelling on the past
breathing in your smoke
begging my dreams
that you are not my ghost
linger around me
the way that you do
holding me gently
I prepare for my dreams
not to overexcite
gently waiting for
in my hope of sight
slave to your nightmares
a nurse to your cries
I beg unencumbered
I plead I beg
find me tonight
About the Creator
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