Dream Recall Blues


Under the cover of darkness I recall you.
Rinsed through by slumber's magic
I awaken to a gossamer memory of you,
this dream of dreams I've dreamt again.

A beckoning ghost of a presage
I remember the soft yellow air
your pale blue shirt...and swirling,
the purlieu itself a sweeping waltz.

We held each other untaut, sovereign.
A light touch shared, passionately.
Our rhytmic movement, caressive.
This mysterious devotion, timeless.

How many times now have I awoken,
heart bared, with this memory?
Not recalling your face,
the mystical dance defying focus.

Are you in my future?
Are you from my past?
Or is hope for a pure love
just a never ending dream?

I really liked this, very memorable. I think it touched the essence of love very well.

peace
jinny

Thank you. I happy you enjoyed it.

Peaciousness to you too

Absolutely Gorgeous!!!

Very Nice!