Silver Threads

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I am a lucid dream guest
and I see the circle of life
holding you at the center.
You are the one
who unravels the ball of suffering I have brought;
you are oneiromancer of new experiences for me,
looking through time far away.
In the circle are all the people I ever loved,
and all those I have hurt.
In a silver dress, you stand
with a shield and a white light sward;
All past and future life threads are coming into your hands
where you weave on the loom
the shirt of luck for me.
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Deep underground,
cold energy flows through
ancient crystal corridors.
You lead me by the hand
past the salt rocks
standing by the quiet stream of bitterness flow.
Together, we are in search of life  
under the pyramid's depths;
Desperate, we grieve over our fears
on a bench by the green river.
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Expecting as our nature code,
you were waiting for me
in a white dress
in front of the house made out of my heart.
While waiting for the Moscopole Countess
I met you and recognized the elegant lines on your body
in the first embrace.
We expect together,
walking through the forest
a little heart that will be our home
on a spider web space
which stretches from rock to the cloud.
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Grapes from your lips,
mixed with the peach whiteness on the breast,
it is the intoxicating life nectar.
I fell asleep on your lap again
tired and calm,
while your palms caress my visions of the future.
I listen to your lips
while softly whispering prayers.
I see what I have never seen,
a home with a view of mountain peaks
and you are in a silk dress
waking me up in the morning
full of children's laughter.
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