SoulReserve

Sleepwalkers

We dream
of each other
softly,
trying to make
no sound;
And we leave
such
thoughts,
like hurried footprints;
Sometimes,
I hear the faintest
whisper
of my name,
snug
in the warmth
of your voice,
and I know
you’ve been here
watching me…

© SoulReserve 2016

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