Dreams
The sun soaks warmth into my skin,
Which breathes the cool soft air,
And lingers there,
Lingers there.
It sweeps me away in a cloud of dreams-
On the dancing floor.
A loving smile…
Somebody there?
A warm secure hand to lead me home,
And whisper to me in soft tones.
I’ve met him before.
In fact he’s always there-
I just with I could remember that more.
©
HEATHER GRAY 1998