The air is crisp as I sink deeper into the warmth of my bed.
My thoughts settle on a Mediterranean shore maiden.
Skin of palest olives, hair of ebony and the waning night sky reflected in azure eyes.
This Italian goddess occupies my thoughts these resent days.
A beacon in my predawn dreams.
As I return to slumber, I long to meet her and lead her into the light of day
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