Dreams Or Reality
The warm tingle down my spine, tell tale signs of a slight tan.
Freckles burst forth as flowers do, is it a dream or is this how I am?
Rolling down the grassy knoll, paddling in the stream.
Daisy chains loop round and round, or is this all a dream?
Running jumping like the deer, nuzzling softly on your chest.
Will I wake and find in fear, Tis not you, but just a dream at best?
To separate dreams from reality, this is hard to do.
Because my reality is a dream, when I am with you.
© 27 /05 /2013
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Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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