the soul sword flies
the mind edge restless
sleep nyx denies
thoughts are endless
I feel the burn
of morphean grace
the dream I yearn
of a lost face
I hear her song
caressing the air
to love belong
I spite depair
sometimes better
of her forget
yet in this letter
I have no regret
so now I know
twas not a dream
my love will show
my heart redeem
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