the dream

By Lydia Manx

a whisper away from delight
raspy voices....sleep deprived
as needs build
hush of night's breath
fingers touching softly
lips tracing the same paths

gently the night folds
as lovers entwine
making memories to last
beyond the horrors of the day
murmurs of sleep chase away passions

this will always create something anew
time that echoes within one's soul
long beyond the nightscape
well into future dreams adrift
the love that ages within a heart

13 October 2004
10:45 am
PST
More articles by Lydia Manx →
More articles in the poetry genre →