Seeing Syllables in my Sleep

There are pillow soft reasons
to sleep,

like sweet warmth
lying next to me,

yet, these syllables, they sway;
they dance like musical notes
calling an instrument
out to play.

So many suns come,
turn to stars and fall

without me

and love waits,
while my other yearns
for another word,

one more adjective

to breathe
a new sentence.

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