Forest of Dreams
Meet me at midnight in the forest of my dreams.
We'll make a fire and count the stars that shimmer above the trees.
Hold each other as our hearts flutter their own beat.
Sigh our mist to the air in the forest of our dreams.
Whistle a harmony in tune with the gentle wind.
Dance together as the earth molds to our tentative souls.
Twist and turn to mirror our physical and figurative fires.
Then fall to the ground with faces pressed together, cheek to cheek.
We'll name our own constellation among the stars above.
Joke of all the tales of old and Gods who wrote words through stars and love.
Wish upon an adventure as full and wild as that of our twin flame.
Drift as one in the magic that is the forest of my dreams.
Always knowing our time here together would be short lived.
I close my eyes to photograph her to my memory for when we return to the waking world.
Praying that one day we will finally meet in the real world and it becomes a living dream.
But until then, meet me at midnight in the forest of our dreams.
-Shape Anthem
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