Friday, March 23, 2012

Dreams to come


Dreaming

Astral skies filled with bright fiery orbs
Glowing gold against the night sky
Pleasure and Fantasy as the mind dreams
of passion for sleep.

The abyss gapes in her vacant dreams
span the silence of the empty night
Sound like thunder, the lightning screams
over a world beyond sight.

In these dreams we will meet
In the ecstasy of fading sleep
In separate beds and separate sheets
Together in the darkness deep.

My dream reaches out to you
A memory of you in my head
Are you a shadow or some other illusion
Of my own desires?

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