My soul lies somewhere inside of those dreams
Where I met you under the moonlight's taste
Your soul floats close to the rising peaks
Of soft moving streams and sodden faith
The sleepy waking eye blinks twice
My mind is consumed with infinite vines
Green blooms entangled with wintery ice
Lacking seasons to nurture the complex designs
My soul lies in memories beneath lover's sheets
Where touches and whispers invigorate my heart
Your soul is a beggar at obscurity's feet
Where head, heart and body remain far apart;
Behind ignorant eyes of tranquility
You cast none of this into my exility
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