The wind is moaning, awesome
waves amass, my lover takes me
away to where the dolphins play
Captivating lighthouse beams
moving so free, you kiss my lips
cresting my waves as bells ring
melodiously to attest our ecstasy
From the comfort of my living room
waking up, I look around...did I enter
the portrait for a night of bliss...or
longing for the rhythm of my waves,
will I find you on my sofa tonight
in my room for living in the now
(c) Fantasies of a..Living..Room
21June2011 Vivian L. Dawson
A poem of spiritual and sensuous travel.
John
Nice. Captured surrealism and reality all in one fell swoop. Gotta love it.