and the waters will drift
like soft breath
across your skin
and into
your dreams
and he is there,
in your sleep.
with bells ringing
across every
sunlit tower.
and gifts he will
bring to you:
family and
the sound of
laughing children.
you will never
be alone.
his heart will
be your lullaby.
and his breathing
will be your warmth
on cold nights...
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