The Dream
She could feel the warmth of the sun cascading across her face, the smell of the sweet grass and wildflowers.
In the distance she heard the song of the birds calling out their love one to the other.
Still with her eyes closed, she felt his hand caress her cheek and smell his breath upon her.
She felt him draw nearer knowing that their lips were about to meet. Her heart raced for this is her love, her life as her body began to quiver in anticipation.
She opened her eyes to gaze upon his face and found herself looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom with book still clutched in her hand and her cat at her feet.
But this was so real, as it always is. Why must this dream always end? She wondered…
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
January 2010
Regis
asa
Ron
Glorious work..
Thank you for gifting us with your presence at AD..
Blessings,
Vesna ( Croatia)
PS..am saving this one..YES!
Love and Light
These are the best of dreams, they keep us on the path.
Budd
Love and Light,
Diana...