I dreamt of you, I dream of you still

dare to dream

I dreamt of a cottage, hidden behind a garden of lilies and roses, where the scent makes you think of flowery dreams. I'm by the stove you made for me, brick by brick you made it for me; for you know how I love to cook and bake. The lace curtains flutter in the breeze and blackbirds sing to me through the open window.

I dream of us, in the garden, underneath the roses, your hands in my hair and your lips on mine. And the blackbird is singing still, breaking my heart with its song and then I know that this is only a dream. I've dreamt of you for so long and I dream of you still and I can still taste you when I wake up, I can still feel your hands on my face.

I dreamt of the beach with the waves crashing against the shoreline, the wind ripped through my hair and wiped the tears of my face. All that was left was the salty taste of the sea and of my crying. I just stood there, looking out over the sea and cried, until there was nothing left of me and the wind swept me away. Up high and across the sea, I saw everything and nothing. I saw the world, but I never saw you.

I dream of you lying sleeping in my bed, dreaming of me. Your hair is tussled, I long to run my fingers through it, but I do not wish to wake you. For in my dream of you dreaming none of us can risk waking up, I do not want to stop dreaming of you. I dreamt of you every night of my life, I dream of you every night, I always will. In my dream I can no longer resist your sleeping face, I must have you once more, one last kiss.

Reviews

[smurfett]

Beautiful...love it!

[Yheela]

Thank you!

[Emily B]

i've dreamt these dreams, they are heart-rending

[Yheela]

Thank you!

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

This one touched me deep , and I cant even explain why .... it must took me into your dream world ... and yhe longing for the beautiful pictures which flash your mind , with the longing for your lover for his kiss for his touch , you only feel it when you dream .. wishing you will not need to wake up , or wake him up because you can lose it .... just as we forget the dreams , a min after we woke up .... maybe once in a while , the dream is more like reality make us remember...... But you , you write this in such abeautiful way , thank you for sharing your dreams ... Yossi

[Yheela]

Thank you for your beautiful review.
Dreams are precious, for they are so fleeting.

[Pól]

This is lovely. It makes me think of someone who was very special to me. I'd love to know what inspired you to write it.
P

[Yheela]

Thank you very much.
I can't tell you where the inspiration came from, the title popped into my head and then the rest just spilled out.
Maybe it was from some forgotten dream.