Guardian of the Dreamby Cynthia Proctorabsorbing the fragrance, creating a mist, like a perfumed, heavenly dome. From this mist, I descend to your bedside, searching a tear-salted sea, collecting the threads of all-but-lost dreams, to create a fine tapestry. I'll shelter these strands with heart and soul, 'til one morning, shining like gold, by your pillow, will sit your tapestry, waiting for you to unfold. |
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