Dream Walk (Golden Lady, #21)

Rustling in your sleep
For you have promises to keep
That night is not so deep.
 Rise, child, and breathe.
Tumble, fall, circle, swirl
Nightmares and dreams a’whirl
The night doth thame, the night doth scare
But always you remain aware

        of the light.
And I with not much to say
Not much to ease you on your way
But mere words, and I cannot allow
This to continue, anyhow.
 And yet it moves.
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