Wrapped in the mists of far off time.
I could not see your face; it was not clear,
But I knew that it was you.
You who made the sun and stars
To shine so bright for me
Whenever you were near.
You touched my dreams and came to me
And sent sweet perfume to enrapture.
You could not stay and went
away
Leaving a memory, a wisp of knowing,
To permeate my senses.
Even in the telling it is not real
And may soon fade away,
Away to Dreamland
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