Days Overdue
Days overdue
Dreams may find us where we sleep,
wrapped up for the night
Safely in our chambers dark,
neath our covers tight
Drowsy under moon beam glow,
comforting the feel
Born within a fantasy,
nothing close to real
Far beyond the deepest stare,
vanilla coated skies
Rolling hills to anywhere,
breaths of passion’s sighs
Sunset laughter, twilight seams,
footprints in the sand
Leading to our every wish,
strolling hand in hand
Yet often we may find a dream,
waiting at our door
When the sun is shining bright,
wide awake once more
One who sends a perfect view
on a summer breeze
Blooming through the countryside,
echoing the trees
You I find are such a dream
before my eyes to see
Bumblebees and butterflies,
fragrance flowing free
Mountain streams of aqua blue,
clouds of whispered white
Daffodils and lavender,
enchanting is the sight
As each day does start anew
dew drop clover sings
Melodies of what you are,
all your smile brings
Proving now that as I sleep,
my days are overdue
For when I wake, if you I see,
my dreams have all come true
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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