Dreams

Poem about longing

Say who walks into your dreams,
as you weave your doting schemes?
As you reach the ocean depths,
as you lay on endless steppes,
running, dancing in the stars
as the comet’s bleeding scars,
say who walks into your dreams?
As you cross the mountain streams,
as you stroll the desert heat,
seven seas spanned with your fleet.
As you rule the meadows green,
playing fairy and playing queen.
As you walk on golden clouds
that your ankles lightly shroud,
as you stand on misty hill,
looking up my heart is still.

As the mist tears down its hazy seams,
in the sunshine blazing beams
say, who walks into your dreams?

While you sleep I want to paint
starlight on your smile so faint,
touch of your hair I want to capture
fine as threads of time at rupture.
The gentle caress of soft moss
on your cheeks and lips, their gloss
more beautiful than sun at dawn,
when darkness fades, its kiss on the lawn
and vast horizon cuts in half
thin red line and then your laugh.
daisies, lilies, roses fade
where your beauty casts its shade.
From your throne you’re glancing down,
In those eyes I want to drown.
Dying night lets out last screams,
say, who walks into your dreams?