Celtic Dreams

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Celtic Dreams

You appear in the middle of my night
Smile beckoning and eyes twinkling.
A happy calmness pervades me,
As it always does near you.
I wonder upon the adventure
You have planned for us this time.
Just the sound of your voice and
the soft bass of your laughter
would content me for hours.
I watch your excitement
dancing through your eyes
as you endeavor to decide.
Finally, amazing smile breaking free,
You reach for my hand.
Laughing, I hold on as you tug me along...
feeling a bit like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn.
I love how you've set me free once again.

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