If I hope really hard and shut my eyes really tight, Maybe i'll be transported somewhere deep in the night. A place where music is endless, In every object there's a song. There are dances that tell stories, There is laughter to be drawn. It's where he came to me and found me, For I had been lost all along. Where he whispers sweet nothings, And makes my heart beat a song. I find that place every night, As I lay my head down to dream. And as I awaken, not to my surprise, The stars in the sky never shine quite as bright as those in his eyes. Weep not for me, for I shall see him again. As I lay myself down next nightfall, only he and I knowing where i've been.
The power of love can radiate and shine within one's heart reflecting the joy of life. Your nightly excursions are to be envied. Music is a gift to the heart that puts us within its spell and combined with that special someone, dreams become bountiful.
A very lovely, whimsical poem. I love the flow, but reading it out loud, if feels as if the second line should say, "within".
I love the magical feel you get from reading this, and it's almost like a fairytale, and the dreams are of an innocent young girl. You are a very gifted poet.
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