A Gift

In the night, there comes a kiss,

That is brief of brushing lips, so

Gentle and kind.  In a dream, a

Wish, one that is divine and serene,

Comes to light and lifts the shadows

From the mind.  Who said dreams

Can’t come true ! 

In the night, a whisper lingers upon

The ever shifting winds of time.  It

Calls out over strife and despair, to

Shine within the heart of those who

Dare to see this wondrous gift.  Let

Go of the anguish that haunts, and

Let this blanket of light shroud

The soul in its gentleness and warmth.

This moment at hand, it does linger

Upon the dreams that haunt nightly.

Giving respite to the soul and heart,

As tranquility flows forth like a gentle
Ocean and summer breeze.

(C) 2003 A Riddle