Nights of Dreamless Slumber

I compose letters for you in my sleep.
Words you could never see or read,
words I never remember when I wake.
Thus linger in my mind like unforgotten days.

But nothing can be hidden forever,
sometimes all it takes is a kiss for it to fall apart,
So dont mind if theres a chaste lipstain in your paper,
just remember I gave it to you this December.

Theres more of that I want to write
but thats only for me and the moon to know.
When the lights are dim, and the moon arose
I'll be writting like I never intend to be.

If were lucky enough and have the stars on our side
we could finally meet again in the end,
and I could bring you the thousands of letters I write
that I desire to give to you in the night.

So when the time has come and you had seen
the bunch of papers left of me,
glowing under satin sheets of light
that screams for you to set them free.

Please read them in the night.
So that the moon can join in delight,
of what they had helped to make
To give to you until this day.