The Dream


When I closed my eyes, I saw you.
The last time we met, I woke a little too soon.
Under my skin, I felt the wrath of your loving desire.
I placed my hand over my heart
And dealt with the burning fire.
The coldness of my hand didn't release
What I hoped should have been detained.
Instead, I felt the constant urge
To let the burning remain.
Now, as good as it felt,
I just died to melt in these arms of yours.
But I couldn't take the heat of knowing defeat,
As your love rushed through my pores.
You laid me down on your pillow of clouds
And wrapped me in belief.
I wouldn't awaken from this dream
Without an ounce of relief.
He constantly pleaded, "Before you wake,
I want you to say what you really need,
But don't be afraid for what you want,
Because my love is yours to please."
"Prepare yourself, before you say,
Think long, hard, and through."
I answered with a kiss upon his lips,
"I'll awaken from this dream with you."

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem