Reggae fantasy
The moon discovers the secrets
of the stillness of the soul
fathomless roads
for shadows.
It rains gently overnight
and the cold winds
open windows, move the curtains,
my eyes see you asleep under the covers.
Reggae music notes
out of my guitar
air caress your breathing
in deep sleep.
Barefoot path
toward the light.
I invoke the challenge with my music
of love lost.
Original poem 
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