And I Wonder

• Often in my dreams, our laughter haunts me.
• Control abandoned, hysterical giggles
• that leave me breathless though asleep.
• As I wipe the lingering tears of joy
• from the corners of my sleepy eyes,
• I wonder
• Do you ever miss that pleasure?
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• Often in my dreams, I hear your voice,
• crisp and clear though hundreds of miles away
• as again we talk of everything and nothing.
• I cling to the sound so welcome
• as daylight steals your words away,
• I wonder
• Are there thoughts you need to share?
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• Often in my dreams, I see you smiling.
• Sitting next to me at the piano, or a desk,
• our currents of connection easily flowing,
• harmony known only by true soul mates.
• As music of the universe drifts away at dawn,
• I wonder
• Do you still play Claire De Lune?
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• Often in my heart, I search for answers.
• Is there any way to let you know
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• how deeply I regret my mistakes?
• A special piece of my life is missing
• yet each day begins as if nothing has changed.
• I wonder
• Do you ever dream?