There are a million songs made up from different words sung to many melodies yet just one voice is heard. I sense a million hearts alive with countless prayers though my desires are mine alone in truth they’re just like theirs
These azure thoughts ascend to partner with the skies and in these heavens highs my daydreams know no end with your dreams they will wend to live behind your eyes where they by and by into our wakings blend.
what once were dreams are real enlivened in company imagined lovers’ reels in paired society such fragrant dreams breath true the scent of me and you
He was haunted nightly by the chocolate covered death masks of comic strip gunslingers and yellow page pirates, though in the daylight he thought fondly on and off of the adventures they shared, but that was many ephemeral moons ago when he was a child and they were alive in newsprint imaginings, now their picture book ghosts and a thousand denouements forgot give only pause to restful sleep.