When Thoughts Flee

Close those lids of yours,
seal ’em good and tight.
It won’t be too long now.

My restful head is empty
ready for you to return
and fill me full of bliss

because not one ailment
is buried in our brains
when our minds meet in sleep.

I’ll see you in that place
where our dreams morph,
our thoughts flee,

and goodbye has no meaning.

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