Hush--softly, let me whisper to you
my secret. Heavy eyelids closed,
hair down, your relaxing slumber.
Like a drop of morning dew
resting on the petal of a springtime orchid.
I tell you this--come with me
and let us have our dance together.
Under the brightest stars of night,
Through the grasslands
of the sleeping meadow, we run.
Mountain's peak, with twilight skies
Two doves circle above our heads
for the birds cannot miss the moment
Of our kiss.
Dancing along with our toes
in soft white sand. Together, we move as one, along the ocean shore.
Waves tumble toward us, but crash!--
only our feet get wet.
Trees bound for the heavens rise
above us like Ancient Roman pillars.
The ferns of the forest tickle our legs.
As tired orchestra plays our last song,
I pull you close
For one final dance in the grove.
At last, our dance is over.
Let us leave, but take with you
my secret. A time with you so pleasant, together, yet apart--
This is what dreams are made of.
Copyright © Louis Nathaniel | Year Posted 2015
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