Staggered Dream

Dedicated to: Terrence Michael Sutton & his wife I've been to hell and back since I was last here Now pondering none of previous pitfalls and fears. Seemingly waking up each day from a dream not over That each sleep has a story to be treasured forever Come golden sun or a silver moon I just don't want to dream alone If you're a rose at the break of dawn, Just to be with you, let me be the thorn. My love won't wither or will ever it rust Though this aging body returns to dust And behind I left my painful past Because in you I have a home at last. No use of doubting if my love is real For what I have is not a heart of steel And though this world may lose its thrill Our story of love still is the best of tales. Fairytales are not just in the books For ours is one, would you just take a look? You're not a Duchess or me a Duke We are simply real that no one can mock. No need for Vegas or Disney Land Our time together is so much fun We could laugh and stroll while holding hands Oh what a joy to call when the day is done. Our love is a picture though not in frame. Just in our garden so neatly trimmed By simply having our morning coffee and cream Is a happy installment of a staggered dream. Date and Time of Writing: November 23, 2011 5:09pm – 5:33pm If there is someone I would consider an instant mentor in online posting of poems, it's AUSSIEPOET. For giving me hint of the gift of writing that I may be possessing. Thus, I am writing this poem (using the first line of his site's introduction as the first line of this poem) in dedication for him and his beloved wife… my grateful appreciation for his encouragement.