In My Dream

Agosto 29, 2007

I dreamed of you again.
Yes, you—
    your eyes, your lips, your smile;
    the feel of your hand, warm against my skin.

I dreamed of your voice
Such sweet melody—
    soft as a whisper
    hushed as the wind in May.

You gaze at me
Your eyes—
    dark as burnt umber
    soothing a wearied heart.

I dream of you
Every night, in my sleep
    as though the Heavens have conspired
    wrapped us together in a sea of stars.

Yet, still, you’re unknown to me.
It’s always you—
    as I close my eyes,
    in my dream.