It was there
in the interplay of sleep and touch
when the mind captures all it can
to add to its nightly feasts
as you whisper, breathe a soft wind
your voice soft as slow sounding waves
in warmth of the sunbeams it seems
to set my skin aglow,
when you are the Sun...
and as you rustle on the sheets
and surround me with you
the mind finds a stormy night
when in summer heat
land draws the power of the sky
and in the parting of clouds
in the rising clarity, you are the Moon
in a halo of your own making
Your silent moonbeams touch me
to stir into the sound of your voice
lifts me, closer...closer...
and I rise to you...
and fall deeply into my dream.
2 comments:
I love the way you describe fantasy. How deeply you have written those lines. i just fall for them.. wish you all the luck...
well, my mood was i this poem, but also the belief: some ideas are dreamlike but nonetheless important and vital to the dreamer... thank you so much...Howard
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