Dreamer
This early morn I woke up
my cheek to a wet pillow
a hot tear upon my shoulder
cold arms on empty sheets
It must have been somebody special
who came into my sleep
It must have been a memory
which lingered in a dream
It must have been a moment
where other moments disappear
It must have been his palms
playing within my hair.
I walked so closely to the window
my fingertips kept writing in the mist
a name i thought i had forgotten
kept coming back in a sweet kiss
I've put my arms around me
believing he was standing there
a warm breath upon my neck's nape
Soft whisper in my ear.
Last night I have been dreaming
this morn kept feeling blue
I wonder if in your world
you are a dreamer too.
Charma
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012
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