Man in my dreams

by Wildflower   Jul 19, 2006


I've fallen in love
With a man of my dreams
He's of my own creation
Or so it seems

He survives only
In my imagination
He is perfect
The symbol of God's beauty in creation

I saw his face
In a crowded place
And since then
I couldn't get him out of my mind

I wake up at times
and wonder about the things he'd say
when he's roaring with laughter
or murmuring in silent pray

his voice soft
with a tint of harshness
his touch gentle
with a raging passion

I knitted his past
With threads of star dust
And painted his future
With love and trust

I wish to know him
Yet I prefer not to
I am happy
With the man lost in my dreams

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  • 17 years ago

    by 07Ashli

    I really like this poem...ALOT