Kissing

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Night to me beckons,
A wind on the breeze of questions,
Where am I going,
"Remember me to one who lives there"
Wafts on the cool night air.
Simon and Garfunkle play,
Their music my heartstrings pull,
Bringing me to a land of lost,
A simple sublime place of my own.
Away from the world,
"And she'll be a true love of mine"
Only that reaches me,
"Are you going to Scarburough fair?"
"Parsley, Sage, Rosemarry, and Thyme"
As I fall,
Asleep,
Dreams to me it brings,
Nightmares these,
Confusion lost in the world,
Confusion being lost to me.
Strength not failed, just asleep,
A world of mine.
"Then she'll be a true love of mine"
"Tell her she'll find me"
"Rosemarry and thyme...."
And answer here.
I know it.
Out of my hand.
Out of my mind.
Out of mind, what a nice place to be.
I have the answer now.