Daydream

I follow the contours,
colors, textures.
Familiar, yet unknown.

A thousand years as never once,
ever is a blessing.

Fluttering heartbeat and sweaty palms.
You are the sunrise at each day’s end.

I wake to watch the sunset
as I go about my day.

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