Dream Of You, Me: We

I stoke the fires of autumn with my quill

and unfold in silence each memory.

Pleasures I have known, softly sleeping still,

awakened in a dream of you, me: we.

 

Your star so bright, I revel in its shine.

I sleep in your arms though you’re far away.

I drink of your lips, press yours close to mine,

and breathe in your essence, here by me lay.

 

Delights and passions and butter cream nights,

I still remember your tongue and your grooves,

the breathless moments and dizzying heights,

the sweet coercion of your gentle moves.

 

So far in the distance; yet, ever near,

you slowly press in upon the hours.

I think of you and dream of you - there, here -

your sweet mouth nestled among the flowers.

 

Your eyes serenely bright of verdant hue

are wistful and wanting no one but me,

and I acquiesce and fold into you.

I implore you, sweet night of ecstasy!

 

Let not this dream end to leave me alone

to drown in the ocean behind my eyes,

to make empty arms a promise unknown,

a fledgling with wings unable to rise.

 

Beneath the canopy of blue-black night,

a thousand tears fall in the patter of rain.

As morning rises and the sky grows bright,

I awake with quill in my hand again.

 

All the world weeps in the sound of the sea.

You are constant as the sun in my heart

awakened in a dream of you, me: we

forever to flourish, never to part.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Charles]

I like this rather complex poem - especially the playful rhythm of 'you, me: we' and 'you - there, here.' Good imagery throughout and a pleasing rhyme sequence. :-)'

[Robin]

this is longing in the deepest of hues , such emotion from your pen .