For you....all of you.

Dreams can become a mode of travel when the weather, seasons and wishes take you to paradise. Then, for a while, anything is possible.


Here I am awaiting
The first cold and windy storm
The one that makes you snuggle
Deep in comfort's arms
Cinnamon of a candle
Once the lights go out
Downy, feathered snuggles
Keeping chillbumps down
Breathing nice and easy
Tracing tiny freckles
Kissing builds to flaming
Sips to make me giggle
Just when the rain's beginning
Marching out the window
Tapping with a cadense
In sequence with our rhythm
Dreaming in angora
Deep eyes of baby blue
"I've got your memory
While she's got you."