Lucid Dreams
While he sleeps among the dreams
She comes to him on moonlit beams
Doth touch his brow with gentle kiss
Though not awaken tender bliss
Sprinkles on his skin ere bright
To show in eyes her loving light
In his dreams he takes her hand
A gentle kiss ere touch doth land
Embracing touch of one anew
A knowing mind albeit true
Aye sayeth to I make thee whole
For truly both are but one soul
Upon her chest he lays tired head
In lucid dream where all is said
He harkens heartbeat never known
For greater love hath now bestowed
Lucid dream for thee hath touched
O’ gentle soul ere now thee clutch
All of that which come to thee
In lucid dream for thee to see
For naught is love thee lucid dream
Creation made so vividly
As moths cocoon in summer brings
From its own shell new breath doth spring
As sands o’ time they gently fall
Upon the mind of each and all
A mingling thought ere nary small
O’ dream my love you are enthralled
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
July 5, 2012