Last and First

Standing beneath a starry sky,
Seeing the outline of your Soul,
Lost in memories,

The shinning blackness, of your hair,
The twinkling and sparkle in your beautiful brown eyes,
Feeling a breeze brushing against my lips; is that you my love?

My love who touches my Soul each night in dreams,
Who holds me tight with memories each day,
Each night, my love lost among the stars,

Always watching the skies,
Looking for beautiful dreams,
And happy memories, flying across the heavens,

Seeing you, always with your arms open,

You are always my last dream at dawn, 
And first memory in the daylight,

You are still, my first dream at dusk,
And first memory under the lonely starlight.

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