dream moon...

my nights are filled with dreams of the one called you
only you can make my heart stutter and flutter away
on nights like this, when the moon rises ~ I think of you
now that’s all I do. . . think and dream of you, alone

“When a flower withers away, just like it dreams of new blossom, you’ll live, meet, and love again...”

did I see you crying? Did I hear you call my name?
rushing to be by your side. . . everyone will disappear
everything will fade ~ but I think I was waiting for you
am I dreaming. . . or am I wide-awake? I still want to be. . .
my eyes are slowly closing. . . but I still want to be with you
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