My Precious Dreams

At night from heavens gate the air breathes life into my soul.
“Awake, awake… come play with us…” the darkness calls to me.

Darkness Bright and light as a feather I go to play …
…forever in my dreams
…forever at the gates’ of Heaven.

…Won’t you play with me?”

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