Dreaming

 

I love gazing into the pond

In the early morning mists of a cool autumn morn
     and entertain the thought
          that it's really your eyes I look upon

 

 
Longing to gaze deep into your eyes
             and play with thoughts you
                             secretly disquise
                    to delve right into your soul
             Thru~your sad baby-blue's window.

 

and there I might find, you really do care
                and the feeling is mutual
                and you're willing to share.

 

perhaps a meeting of two lips
        In a deep sultry pleasuring kiss
           If only I could but have one glimpse

what I would give to feel your touch.
         then in return I'd give you twice as much.
            sharing sweet whispering words of measure
         'tis such things, which I would surely treasure

'Alas it's just my reflection in the pond I see.
    a  pair of dreaming eyes  looking back at me.

 

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Gentle romance and a bit of a bittersweet refrain in the last stanza:

"'Alas it's just my own reflection
in the pond I see.
A pair of dreaming eyes
looking back at me."

Fran, the rhythm of your poetry draws the reader in. Wonderfully written. Lydia

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the Eyes contest!

[just is]

Wow! Fran, This is so amazing.
I enjoyed this it is so beautiful

'Alas it's just my reflection in the pond I see.
a pair of dreaming eyes looking back at me.

I loved these lines here.
This is simply amazing.

[Tammy]

Wonderfully done..

[Wicahpi]

Thank you for a beautiful entry into the "Picture Poem This (11)" contest.

One suggested edit?
" that's it's really your eyes I look upon "

(that's) should be just (that)

Very romantic dream-like sequence of thought.
I, too, love to day-dream of such delightful images.

[Sean M. Addams]

very nicely done and the imagery really paints a nice picture of love.... flow was really good too... great job on this...

[Tara Jean Olson]

fran, you are a master of love poetry.

[T. L. O'Neal]

This was a bittersweet piece that shows the longing of another's touch. The last stanza was wonderful and summed it all up beautifully. T

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

I love this piece. It speaks of looking inward if not in an accidental absent minded sort of way. The recognition is there in the end.
I wrote a piece called I remember you done in the same context except it was a mirror instead of a pond.

I loved it, Fran.

Thank you.

Dave