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While the moon fully risen On high nights alert Guardian of my dreams Kept watchful eye, Something in the midst Of darkness non human came rushing by Lightning up the sky, There I lay still In hopeful dreams oblivious to the infusing screams, My mind was about to encounter, Surgical incision precise precision in nightmares I found my vision, The light was blinding but also reminding that you Were a waking reality, To stay within a dream aiding death would banish the logic in your tender breath, so I awake amongst shooting stars at my bedside alive and heavily breathing watching the moon in fits of laughter For my guardian is a sceptic in happy ever afters never fully believing, As I look down at my open chest my hand your heart it caressed Surgical incision Precise perfection, finally I'm at rest within your affection. nardine Sanderson 13/10/2015.