A lover's dream begins to move
spiraling upward beyond the sky
A shy glance, our eyes lock...
is this by chance?
This mystery love I give to you
with it what shall you do?
My heart is made of fire and glass
please, I ask, shatter it not.
This lover's dream is ageless,
senseless, tenderly obscure.
Passionate intoxication penetrates time
while I hold out my arms to make you mine.
Glaring gloom of disdain casts
shades of shadows on my mind
Spellbound by your words
takes it all away.
Longing deeply for your fear to leave
so I can hold you ever near.
Hoping from this dream I never wake
praying all is what it seems.
This dream I dream only with you
keeps me waiting in slow silence
as fate fulfills
what is deep within our souls.
Bernadette Lyrical Poetess