Wednesday, March 01, 2006

I still believe I hear
hidden beneath the
palm trees
your voice tender and
deep
like the song of a dove
oh night enchantress
divine rapture
delightful thought
mad intoxication,
sweet dream
in the clear starlight
I still believe I see
in between the long
sails
of the warm night
breeze
oh night...

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