Dream Time
In the twilight hours
Colors
fill the canvas of my dreams.
Visions
of you stream
And
connect throughout the night.
In
love, we stroll
The
flowered gardens of our youth.
I
stroke your feet within my hands,
Your
eyes aglow with happiness.
What
funny lovers
We
must look to passersby.
How
nice to dream of you
And
fill the night with love.
Awaking
becomes an effort
I
struggle with the blankets.
But
then it comes to me,
The
soft movement of your body,
The
rise and fall of your chest.
Fully
awake now,
I
kiss your lips and plunder
The body lying next to me.