Angel Dream Lover
He may be shackled to a pillow
On that cold and lonely Queen sized bed
But he can still savor the memories
Of all the sweet things said
He’s midnight shape-shifting
Into his magic dreamer’s realm
Slipping into her dreams again tonight
Like a star in some silly Bogart film
He’s drifts off now to float on clouds
Where he can kiss her hungry lips
Embracing his sweet bride of hope
Touching with his wanting fingertips
He’s making love to her all over
The way love should be made
Sweat glistens united on naked skin
Indentions form where they' ve laid
Smiles contented, sated both in lust and love
To sleep with his earthbound Angel by his side
Until again the jarring scratchy radio blares
He knows again his dreams have lied
hugs
kathy
Dreams sometimes all we can hold on to!!
Love Tinka
Sheila
Your friend, Kathy
enjoyed much
Peace be with you
William
Ted
I know I'm teasin, but it's only cos the fundaments of the poem are so striking and very real. Your premise is spot on. Our dreams are a blessing and a God-given rescue package when the going is all too tough. They can also teach us heaps and give enlightenment and vision... Bet YOU had your glasses on when you were constructing this page, didn't ya?! Better a scratchy radio than an angel who snores... Love this, Darlin, thank you. xx :))
Be always safe,
Karen
dreamy poem, Fee
Carole~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
love and hugs,
Christine
Lovely Poem Fee!!!
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Sandie Angel :o)
Walt
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love the piccy; beautiful!
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXOXO, Rose
A fascinating place, indeed, filled with all sorts of experiences. And what a graphic!