a soft caress across my cheek
rousing me at 3 am
the house asleep
I hear the whisper of your sigh
as you fade back into my dreams
at the last
soft curling fingers
gently brushing my cheek
your luminous eyes
touching my soul
moonswept
~ Robin Slaw
rousing me at 3 am
the house asleep
I hear the whisper of your sigh
as you fade back into my dreams
at the last
soft curling fingers
gently brushing my cheek
your luminous eyes
touching my soul
moonswept
~ Robin Slaw
2 comments:
I liked both the poems a lot. I had a similar experience last night, too. I didn't realize that person showed up in my dreams until I woke up in the night and felt it. whoa.
Whoa, indeed.
;-)
and very frustrating when your dream lives halfway across the country from you. Probably even more frustrating when you work with your dream.
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