Dreaming

I could journey among the galaxies of

stars...

dreaming

I could fathom the depth of the

 seas...

Dreaming

I could hold love to possess me,

bewitch me, imprison me...

yes, I'm dreaming

waiting...

aching for you...

Our Souls are but reflections of one another.
Like the cold half moon, a lone existence portrays the cold dark sky,
sans stars, sans nightclouds. But being together, energies rekindle our spirits,
rising up to a blaze that warms the universe. 
We become like the sun, the source of the energies ; 
we become like the Great Spirit, magnificent and eternal...

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