by | May 8, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

I pretend that I am sleeping
In a peaceful pleasant dream
Where I am slowly walking
By an old familiar stream

As it bubbles over pebbles
And meanders through the land
I pretend that you are with me
And I reach out for your hand

We wander over the meadow
Where we cross a wooden stile
I help you down and hold you close
Just to linger for a while

And as I move to kiss your lips
In this daydream love affair
I find myself alone again
In desolate despair


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