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Only in My Dreams

Updated on March 22, 2015

Softly, like a leave

drifting in the breeze.


You come to me again

In my dreams.


It has become

a regular occurrence.


These dreams while similar

are never quite the same.


Always I come to you

from a distance.


Your smile and laugh

tell me you are happy to see me.


But you are always

in the midst,


of the people

we once worked with.


So we sneak,

careful to avoid their eyes.


Sometimes I get close,

but we never touch.


Other times for a moment,

I can finally reach you.


It is always worth the wait,

but a cruel tease just the same.


That moment of bliss

and sensitivity.


The brief reunion with your lips

is over so quickly.


I am left wanting,

pleading for more sleep.


So that the dream

might return again.

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      Lisa Williams 3 years ago

      Very nice! This beautifully written poem has a wonderful rhythm. I voted up!

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      Sally Gulbrandsen 3 years ago from Norfolk

      therunningman

      Love the twist at the end - you drew me in and then! I know the feeling, that is the way of dreams I am afraid.