he comes to me in dreams

a dream poem

he comes to me in dreams

 

warm and lovingly

he comes to me in dreams

smiling and twirling me around and around

 

out of breath we both spill to the ground

endless hours of play and fun

 

he comes to me in dreams

twirling me round and round

 

when the day starts

we must part

 

for he comes to me in dreams

smiling and running with me through

the yellow buttercup fields of my youth

 

 

Reviews

[Inci]

a short n sweet write...nice!

[C.J.G.]

this is very, very wonderful. i love it!

[Marie Harrison]

This poem is about a reocurring dream that I often have about my grandfather. He's always spinning me in a yellow field of buttercups.

[Daydreamer54]

nice, very cute!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

the yellow buttercup fields of my youth..and wasn't that last line just perfect :)..a lovely poem...as bright as the golden sunshine..and you did not waste words...the words and length are just apt.