The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Image Source: Artist Brent Heighton
Oh, the familiar pheromone from the flower of you, the vetiver grasses we lay upon with enamored eyes, and flaring nostrils, your misty breath, which speak of love. Tell me your dreams, are they like mine? On the tongue, sweet melancholy, Kiss hello, kiss good night. In separate dreams, Passion roots grow, reaching across chasms in the midnight world. The fiery sunrise awakens dewy skin and searching lips. Tears cloud sleepy eyes greeting the blue sky rushing past like wind through soprano chimes. Sunset returns, a burning fire to drown our horizons in mystic themes, and sleep comes restless in separate dreams at different times. Reach across the chasm of monochrome nights. Set me on fire with delicate touches, sun on your lips, stars in your eyes, Moon skin reflections, Deep ocean kisses. I confess my love, ourselves entwined. Dream with me in our bed of fire consumed with passion, love soft, so sublime. Surrender our spirits to the wheel of time, and dream of dreams set free on ocean tides.
Hyperion Sky 
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