The whispers

The wind whispers a lullaby,
a sweet soft melody,
one of happy days gone by,
A chorus of ancient fidelity.
The ageless voices sing to me, their gentle soothing song.
And then I dwindle off to sleep in endless dreams now gone.

Under the stars in the sky,
 Is where my dreams often fly,
 far away to a place where moments last eternities.

Dreams of the trees, of the sun, and the breeze,
Reminiscent of joyful memories.
This place where future and past collide,
where my hopes, wishes, and prayers reside.

Together with the ones I love,
 to gaze at the heavens far above.
savoring every last second of this

This is where I want to be,
 to live, to love eternally.

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