Dream Walking

The dark half of our lives

 

When I can feel the texture
of the scent of roses…
Sense the velvet caress
Of the fog’s vaporous touch

Feel the sonorous
voice of Elvis  
the velvet-like timbre
That I loved so much

When I can feel the warmth
From brown eyes that look into mine
And fathom unspoken whispers…
And taste unsipped wine

When I can talk to the raven
And he… speak to me…
His words will be graven
In my heart… eternally

When I can hear the grass growing
When I can taste…fairy dust
And hear the hiss of rainbows
And know the sound of trust

If I can experience just one of these
And know also… all is not exactly what it seems
I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing
And know I’m walking in my dreams

Author's Note

Dream on!