Dreaming Sweet Dreams
Dreaming Sweet Dreams
In dreams we can live,
like we’ve never lived before.
In dreams so much can happen,
dreams can bring back,
to us long forgotten days
and bring us back –
to when we were so very happy.
In dreams so much is possible,
so when you close your eyes,
let yourself just drift,
drift into another world
and make it all possible.
As she drifted,
there was a wild flowing river
and crossing it she slipped and slid,
on the smooth rocks beneath her feet,
then as she lost her balance and fell –
down, down a waterfall she tumbled.
There was no fright,
nothing but his face that appeared before her
and then she smiled,
for she had so longed –
to see him again.
He caught her,
then held her in his arms
and they seemed to be flying,
as he gently placed her down ,
upon the river bank.
It was there that she now felt content,
back in his arms again,
they danced to the sweetest music
and once again after so long –
he professed his love for her.
She wanted to stay with him forever,
but he reminded her ,
that this was but a dream,
a chance to be together,
for some wonderful moments,
somewhere beyond the rainbow –
where wishes and dreams come true.
When the sun’s rays,
interrupted her dreams,
she awoke,
no longer sad but happy,
knowing that somewhere out there,
he was swinging on a star –
still loving her from afar.
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True love lasts beyond death and the beloved is always in the heart, soul, and dreams.This poem is so lovely and pleasant. Wonderful piece, Rasma.
Thank you Phyllis.
The wonder of dreams, the uncertainty of what is reality, dreams often finding a sweeter place to reside, especially in love. Nicely penned and emotively expressed Rasma, as always.
Thank you Tony.
We are all dreamers and I’m thankful for that. You always pen such loving and dream like poetry Rasma, you captivate it’s very essence. I love to get lost in my dreams and often am irritated when they are cut short and I am awoken to an empty room, wanting to have remained in them. Keep dreaming my friend and let us, your fellow poets enjoy them as always. Beautifully penned my friend.
Thank you Vincent.