He charms me with his voice as he croons like an angel. My darling; a storm is brewing and you are a hurricane. I dream of you in visions that exceed the bottom of the deepest trench. I dream of you farthest from the sea lying across the largest bodies of water. I dream of you unfathomable of the whole existence of the consciousness of your mind; also unfathomable of the existence of theis whole universe composed of a kaleidescopic body of constellations all the way to unborn stars. I dream of you that way, and when I wake up to see th esun I daydream aboout having you beside me. He dreams of a future where he can look up at the stars and in the night he sees the moon on those long Spring drives. And in the Summer he dreams of the setting sun, and sometimes on a bare night when it is cold, he dreams of me.
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