Those stars of my dreams

are merely shadows upon her smile,

The river of my dreams,

are but a puddle

to her precious teardrops,

My love for her is a glass half empty,

Her love fills me up,

taking away my fears,

Sending waves of hope,

without a doubt, 

as I swim naked-souled,

and into the ocean of her dreams for me,

under the indigo blue skies,

of tomorrow's tomorrow,

tomorrow.

(c) 2015 Andre L. West

October 21, 2015

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