In the early morning
a whisper comes to me
A love so pure and tender
beckoning to me
come hither
say the voices
crying out in dreams.
Abandon inhibitions
come to the angels' den
Where desire mixed with feeling
and the golden light of love
is sprinkled
as a perfume
throughout the holy air.
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Where is this poignant perfume
that permeates the air?
Breathe deeply
the forgotten dream
it is everywhere.
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