In a dream I floated with you
in a journey all our own,
beneath coverlets of loving
where no thorn has ever grown.
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‘Twas a boat of gentle rocking
on our nighttime’s calming sea;
and I was warm within your arms
as waves lapped tenderly.
~ ~ ~
No tomorrow lay before us,
and no yonder shadow cast;
as our world became our shelter,
and we were alone at last.
~ ~ ~
The winds were soft and quiet,
and the silver moon was bright
o'er that dream in which we floated
through a long and fragrant night.