Writing In My Sleep

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I write you letters in my sleep.

When I close my eyes,
my pen begins to move,
spilling secrets I tell no one but you.
I wind words around your limbs,
planting seeds in your eyes
so that you might read the verses
spinning around you,
floating into the mist,
the gray fog hanging on the trees.

In my dreams,
you hold my letters
as if you were holding me,
and I watch
as the meaning
folds against you,
encircles your heart
in strings of white lights
and barbed wire,
all at once
healing and piercing
through you
like rivers carving canyons
in your soul.

But these are only dream letters
written in my sleep
and packaged into poetry
when I awaken without you.

~Patience

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