turn off your head & your ears & the world
sleep sweet dear child,
tomorrow is not today
& the bridge from here to there
is only long & dangerous in the waking life
hold my hand
it's strong & old & familiar
see a world where snow falls
& we might walk light enough to barely make out our foot prints
or fields of white flowers
where we can find the pride in each other again
if just to smile
just to laugh
just to forget
for one sleeping moment
dream again
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