i start to think, typically, of that dance
that autumn dance. somehow, this year,
that dance is so different.
somehow
the dance has become intertwined with,
with what?
my new
everyday life
i suppose.
where sighs,
sighs are mandatory.
frequent sighs.
reminders
to drop shoulders.
reminders
to breathe.
reminders to dance
and sing
and let myself be.
reminders,
to leave all things
in God's hands.
reminders that my God,
my God, is
a great God.
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams my darling, the day is done.
The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun.
Gather your blankets and climb into bed.
Close your eyes and lay down your head.
Rest for now with peaceful dreams,
Of twinkling stars and shining moon beams.
Sweet dreams my darling, sweet dreams my love,
Sweet dreams my precious gift from above.
The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun.
Gather your blankets and climb into bed.
Close your eyes and lay down your head.
Rest for now with peaceful dreams,
Of twinkling stars and shining moon beams.
Sweet dreams my darling, sweet dreams my love,
Sweet dreams my precious gift from above.
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