The Dreamer

When the dream has ended

And the moon retreats

Behind the clouds,

When the stars don’t hang

Like sparkling lights

Keeping my fairytale around,

When the warm air turns

To frigid and cold

And silence sweeps the town,

When your breathing

Is all that I can hear

And it becomes the only sound,

When the sun peeks out

Above the trees

Shattering the night’s charade,

There will be me

The dreamer

With eyes wide open,

And I will love you

By the day.


Thanks for reading! ♥

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