Was It Just a Dream?
by Son Netier
|In light softly glowing by the moonbeams
My eyes adjust to see sleeping beauty,
Its real although a fantasy it seems
To wake with your magic beside of me.
Arriving unexpected while I dream,
I see you watch my waking to what is real,
Blue eyes sparkle in a skin of light cream,
I hesitate to dissipate with feel,
But reaching I enfold you in my dream,
We intertwine beyond waking moments
Mingle fantasy and glowing moonbeams,
Then the sun rises and the night is spent.
~ The sound of the closing door wakes me up,
~ A note rests under a steaming teacup.