CHANTS IN MY DREAMS

CHANTS IN MY DREAMS…….. EXCERPTS

Just Perfect!

We pled love,

he called me a witch,

I tickled his fancy,

I danced to his dandy,

we stayed in a clinch.

In gurgling streams,

a perfect garden,

a troth was made

never to fade

he called me a witch

that stole his thunder!

In flowered dreams,

the years rolled by,

the endearments took a hue,

from the many frets,

when natured served us hets

as lessons of love

his eyes took a shine,

to varied shapes askew,

that taunted our troth.

if only I was truly a witch!

 I would weld his wanderings!

IMAGINE…..

In a room full of laughter

my soul is quiet

In a cold dank cell

the heat of my longing

keeps me sweating

The starry skies

the soft call of doves

brings me close to tears

Butterflies flit the air

buttercups in your hair

I should be laughing

The thump of your heart

as you sit by the hearth

and the embers glow golden

How lonely the stars feel

how desperately I miss you

how long I sat in the dark

your hand to touch in the dark

one soul to beat as mine

Imagine…

If really you could

Just imagine.

Just one Look

Across the room

there was no name;

to the emotion;

the air was thin;

my breadth was strained,

my knees became jellies,

took an eternity,

to complete my breadth,

that was lodged between my breast.

He walked away,

as I turned away,

from the darkened door

to my bright happiness

Never saw him again;

each morning though;

I remember with pain;

the sun that went away at dawn.