a childlike love
alone in the dark
looking for shadows
that tend to spark
tender fears
that keep you tied
to stories past
that never died
hold my hand
when sleep won't come
tell me stories
to the beat of the drum
that is your heart
where my head lies
as dreams then come
and my spirit flies
so take my hand
again let's talk
here in this dream
where we both walk...
- ©Simone McLeod, May 24, 2014
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