Likeness

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I saw you on a speck,
a particle of dust
that flitted; floated up
in the light beam of a pleasant dream.

The light beam spread thin,
a gossamer sheet that kept on
spreading until it wrapped around me
becoming an eternity of pastel beauty.

Then I heard the cadenced, lulling,
rhythm of your voice, putting me to sleep
and I dreamed of your likeness
in a flame that engulfed me pleasantly.

The warmth spread in deepening waves,
undulating soft reminiscent moments
that melt into a stream of longing
to touch, to feel what I no longer feel.

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