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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

All Within A Dream




The morning lifts the curtains,
Yet she lies there sound asleep,
Motionless, and without a blink,
Bright skin, with a few freckles upon her cheek,

Nestled under satin sheets,
Her foot hangs slightly off the bed,
A fresh pedicure without a flaw,
Each toe nail delicately dipped in red,

I am careful not to stare at her,
Though I gaze upon her with care,
She doesn’t like the feeling of being watched,
Often says “it’s hard to bear”

And so I just sit next to her,
In the same spot where I slept the night before,
But I sat up with my back against the headboard,
Kicked both boots off, which tumbled to the floor,

A slight thud,
As each shoe hits the ground,
She jumps briefly, but not enough to break her dream,
Her sleep is not broken by the sound,

All within a dream,
She opens one eye, and smirks with glee,
Places her hand upon mine carefully,
Now certain that its me,

Her skin is similar to a flame,
As if fire has entered into her veins,
But that’s expected because she’s a heavy thinker,
She’s always killing off her pain,

And all within a dream, I suppose she does so,
Or perhaps that’s where she tends to try,
And since I can’t help her fight those wars internally,
I am just always somewhere nearby,

It’s the best that I can do,
To just watch her, and be patient so it seems,
While the love of my life fights her own battles,
All within her dream..

5 comments:

  1. Remarkable insight, sentimental, and endearing..

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  2. Made me smile and think of the warm lights of love....saweet!

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  3. "Places her hand upon mine carefully,
    Now certain that its me,"

    "Her skin is similar to a flame,
    As if fire has entered into her veins,"

    Your words draw me visuals; fill me with memories touching emotions I thought I put away from me.

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