Sweetly, softly, Tiptoe now Gent’ly hold her dream, With care and love, deposit it now, Caref'ly to the stream. Hurry back, light-footed gait, Don't stumble through the door. Without such care, I would not dare, Leave another by the shore. Lightly now return to her, Slide gently into place. No rush now I return to sleep, Warm covers drawn to my face. A prayer of blessing to guide her dream, To wish for nothing more, than, Redeem the smile that hides her prize (with great disguise) What waits beyond that shore. Chuckle now, with secret pride my face begins to relish, Her mind behind, such gorgeous eyes, Her dreams I'll now embellish.
One response to “Her Dreams”
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What a wonderful blog. We have much in common, and I am happy to meet you. Good to meet another like-minded artist. May you thrive.
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