In Dreams May Come
I thought of you last Night with love,
A desperate sense of hunger.
I thought of you last Night my love
As darkness fell behind shuttered eyes
in the deepest fog of slumber.
Sweetly, softly did you whisper
You came to me last Night my love
My mind's eye remembers
Eyes glazed with passion as you beheld the sweetest of all you plundered
That part of me promised another soared to the heavens
filled the blackened skies
As I reached heights never before.
Your face bears the scars of life
Once curls amass filled your head
Eyes deep with sadness, regrets, no more the little Boy.
I thought of you again last Night and dreamt
I drank of the nectar from your lips
A sweetness that remains from youth and endless imaginings.
I thought of you again last Night and held your gaze for the briefest of seconds
As you sank into my softest depths, I rise as if in the meeting
And for a time, as I reached for that which I yearn
The sun explodes from without, and behind lowered eyelids,
And I thought of you and sighed.
But you my love, do you ever think of me?
For my I wrote this it is a dream I've had since I was 16 Years old, I used my Ex Husband as inspiration he was deployed and I missed him. It initially captured his hazel eyes, however, it was later changed to a gray fog of uncertainty.
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