These thoughts of Love
and wraiths of passion,
Twist wisps of short delight,
into sweet scent of euphoria.

These beams of Light
and golden rays of splendor,
Shove shadows of solitude
off the plains of promise.

These notes of song
and melodies of pleasure,
reach hearts in pair
sowing deep the seed of desire.

But these dreams in day,
Breaks this bliss with truth,
you have not read this soon enough,
to strike reverie into reality.

Tiny grains roll off the palm.
Sands of thought,
and love's enterprise
once flooded over by tides of passion.

Into futures not spent,
reclaim a grasp,
it's purpose to last eternal.

With grains refilled, revived, unspilled.
Engage anew, this endeavour for you.

And mankind witness no Love this true.

© 2009 Dreamsvapor.com

An early slumber rises

shortened with first beams.

Night’s soft light climbs

over games of shadow’s flight.

A whisper rides the wind

rustling reservoirs of calm,

rolling over pillowed green,

raising from rest

twilight’s first dream.

© 2009 Dreamsvapor.com