Brightest Bright

by | May 22, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Deep in the middle of the night
When all the stars are shining bright
Your face floats by on clouds of silk
And creamy white like mothers milk.

My hands reach out to draw you near
But you slip by too fast I fear
Once more around in deepest dreams
But now youre seeking me it seems.

I hear you sweetly call my name
But dreams now play a silly game
For suddenly I hear you sigh
And from your lips a gentle cry.

Eyes flick open with morning light
Yet memory of dream stays bright
I lean across and hold you tight
As in the dream I dreamt last night.


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