Monday, November 19, 2007

Desires and dreams

Dreaming

Days,
craving your touch
Nights,
burning in your arms
Dreaming
of your embrace
Dawn wakes me
and you vanish like
a mist, leaving only
a haunting melody
a whispering sigh
to remember you
And I lie here alone
praying for night
Wondering if my dream lover
will find me again.

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