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Underwater moonbeams light up

the morning air and send feathers

of 15 distinct colors flying

across the room

and towards your sleeping face.

I inch closer towards the light,

wondering if it's glowing presence

is contagious or perhaps alive

but it simply hovers

and joins with your snores rocking

me to sleep. Light years go by

between dreams and I awake

trapped in your arms as the

shimmering feathers twist and

twirl through my hair, giving me

a glowing mane that blows

through the fake wind. I realize

I must be dreaming and yet I

know the sound of your voice

as it sings to me and rescues

me from shades of colors that

I don't know what to name.