The Pillow of You
I slept with your vision
in dreams last night,
'till glaring incision
of realities daylight
pierced my lonely eyes.
I awoke with a cold
sweat on my brow,
my pillow I hold
and wish that somehow
its' softness was you.
My temperatures' rising
of vain hopeful wish,
thru long days fantasizing
for the grace of your kiss
O could 'ere dreams come true!
Now the night it comes falling
on my lonely head,
once again I go crawling
to my tearstained bed
and the pillow of you.
Copyright © Michael Nibert | Year Posted 2016
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