... from other realms of recurring dreams
“ It is You ”
The trap was set by the light of the silvery solstice moon
A simple blank sheet of paper and a blue ink pen .
The Antique Cherry Grove carved poster bed stood alone ,
adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases ,
fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait .
The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness
was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...
I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;
the cold touch of solitude
brings a breathtaking shiver
to my body's longing naked flesh .
Curling up in a fetal ball , like a tiny abandoned child ,
while the sandman steals away
the remains of another lonely day ...
In the silence of the stillness ,
you could hear the blood
running through my veins .
The pounding of my heartbeat is softened
while quietly drifting off into a dream ...
The first whisper broke the silence ,
as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie .
Songs sung throughout the secret places ,
safely kept out of view
Words murmured expose a hushed yearning .
An insatiable thirst that can not be quenched ...
Emotions ebb and flow
within the depths
of our sensual word play .
Intertwined in the infinite beauty
of enchanting chimera delights ...
We dance speechlessly
in the starlit moon dust ,
floating freely forevermore .
Mesmerized by a romantic essence
If only this recurring dream
could tenderly touch
another impassioned heart of soul ...
The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled
Twisted traces tossed and turned
This awakening flesh is trembling
with the morning chill .
The body feels drained and exhausted
as if there were never a moments sleep ...
The trap was set by the light of the shining solstice moon
Thoughtfully placed to catch the secrets
of the mystic midnight spell .
Now I wake to find her illusion’s memory waning
Stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~
In the heat of the night's chimeras passion,
these three simple words
were clearly scribbled on the paper trap ,
to remind me in blue ...
“ It is You ”
© Harlon Rivers….March 2013
“ It is You ”
The trap was set by the light of the silvery solstice moon
was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...
In the silence of the stillness ,
within the depths
another impassioned heart of soul ...
with the morning chill .
of the mystic midnight spell .
Stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~
In the heat of the night's chimeras passion,
these three simple words
were clearly scribbled on the paper trap ,
to remind me in blue ...
© Harlon Rivers….March 2013
