The Dream

Faded flowers of purple passion
lie scattered on the ground
where shredded webs of
promises fall in a fragile mound
Two shadows lick the ledges
of the windows to my heart
and whispers held in warm
soft pillows call me from the dark
In the night I search loving
I may have never known
I feel the touch of warmness,
a caress and then soft moan
a depth of understanding
that may have never been
A lifetime filled with longing
for the dream that lies within.