Upon Dreams Awake
On feathered beds and silken sheets
My mind, it always lingers
There, by you, my soul desire
The one with magic fingers
My heart revealed and dreams alive
We share in one desire
I can not help but wish us there
To play and to perspire
When in time that our play does end
And dreams, in sleep, we share
We wake to find in our embrace
That we are in fact, still there
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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