Marie Harrison Poet Free verse

He Comes To Me In Dreams

he comes to me in dreams
 
warm and lovingly
he comes to me in dreams
smiling and twirling me around and around
 
out of breath we both spill to the ground
endless hours of play and fun
 
he comes to me in dreams
twirling me round and round
 
when the day starts
we must part
 
for he comes to me in dreams
smiling and running with me through
the yellow buttercup fields of my youth

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Poet Destroyer A June 7, 2010 at 2:19 PM Very interesting sweet dreams are made of fun and sugar don't you think so. lovely and sweet write, hope you got my soup mail. Have you read my edge walker Marie. it took me a while to put it together. i would love to see you comment on it. take care,..Sidney lee Ann