When I look at you some mornings
Lying sleeping in our bed
My thoughts turn to your dreams
And how I wish they could be read
Inside, the animations
As your eyes encountered REM
Held such a fascination
That I turned around again
I kissed your eyelids softly
As they rolled, as if in dance
And you slipped out of your deepest sleep
And met my eyes by chance
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