Fever Dreams
I wish that I could meet you
After the sun retires
and the moon begins its shift
When the trees whisper the secrets of the night;
That is when I wish to see you,
behind the silver curtains of my eyelids
a picture show will play of You and I.
No one will know.
And in feverish dreams I can feel the warm hellos
of your arms around me once again
forgetting the wrongs of the days
Because in darkness, there is no means to see wrong
and in Dreams,
only love can exist.
Copyright © Elizabeth Jay | Year Posted 2011
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