So Real it Hurts

see you in your dreams

Writing through the night with out making a sound
watching her sleep ringlets close to the ground
falling in love over and over again
her perfect glow stirring my pen

she is dreaming with smiles and giggles
always turning into me with cozy wiggles
pure soft skin bared to my eyes
I write to her sweet lullabies

she inhales softly and purrs a warm breeze
takes me by surprise when I write one of these
I cry sometimes, I call it liquid of joy
words come to me, a kid and his toy

her love reassures this man with everything
because she loves me I cherish this shiny ring
so this midnight I look at my favorite scene
the one who writes me, is only my dream ~

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

she inhales softly and purrs a warm breeze
takes me by surprise when I write one of these
I cry sometimes, I call it liquid of joy
words come to me, a kid and his toy

This is beautifully written. Dreams are so captivating

[Rossen]

Thank you Shaquana,your not kiddin..they sure are..and end up in all my poems...

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

It is a beautiful poem written by a beautiful person.
Reads like a dream .. slow and easy .

Chloe

[OT]

very nice rhyme!! the couplets - the syllable choice does indeed make it a slower read so your intentions are met! great imagery too - nice write!

[.]

the muse fills you will inspiration..and compels you to dream ...

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Liquid of joy. I like that.
A warm, sensual, loving Ode.
excellent in slo-mo, or regular speed.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow that was so touching... what wonderful sentiment.

[Emily B]

so lovely . . .

[Siddhartha]

Oh, the rhyme is fantastic. It is quirky, strange and blends the whole piece together beautifully , and the surreal atmosphere of this work is mesmerizing. Dream and memories are a poet's lifeline and you have articulated that brilliantly. We do live in a world of our own, and that dreamy world is all consuming.