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YOU CAME TO ME IN THE DAWN
“Dreams speak the language of the soul, and sometimes, their voices call us to truths we dare not face…”
You came to me in the dawn of light,
A phantom, weaving through the night.
A tender fire, a fleeting flame,
I wished to hold you, call your name.
Yet you, an ember, distant, dim,
Slipped through the folds of my fragile whim.
In the haze of sleep, your visage stayed,
A bittersweet ghost, a love betrayed.
If only, I thought, your heart were real,
If only you knew the depth I feel.
Yet dreams, deceitful, weave their guise,
And I awake to an empty sky.
Find me not in fleeting thought,
But in the truths your heart has sought.
Find me where the light does break,
Where sorrow bends but does not quake.
Find me, though shadows cloud the way,
And cradle me through night to day.
Find me, and I shall find you too,
Forever bound, our love renewed.