Dreams Of You

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Dreams of You

I know you bond with those who are much more rich than me.
Those with that flash of cash that is not so close to see.
I tell you that my insight and my wisdom do hold a price.

My values, and integrity, are both keenly sought by others to voice.
The den of kindness crafted here does not flash with cash.
But does flash that of love; tenderness the craft.

You danced once more through my dreams,
Your beautiful frame with hair of silk; a true masterpiece of flesh.
I gently touched your pale soft skin, and felt your warm candy breath.

You opened your arms to me with a sparkle that none could emulate.
In that dream you brought me back to life.
Made me feel there may be moments when you have dreams;

Should I dare that you may have dreams of me by you?