Waking Dream

Feeling the breeze on a cool summer's night,
Her whispers are drifting as they touch me inside.
Pulled from the night sky, her eyes search my soul,
Finding my heart and reaching their goal.
The ring of the moon mist, I see round her head,
Shines like a halo as I respectfully tread.
A vision so sweet, a fairytale start;
My angel of mercy, the song of my heart!

Like new fallen snow, her touches are light,
Bidding me tremble and feeling so right.
Washing my spirit, like rains of the spring
Openes the flower of what promise may bring.
A dream so profoud, yet vividly real,
Opens my spirit thus removing the seal.
My lady of passion, ever thoughtful and true,
Painting my life with bright colored hue.

Drifting like leaves, swept in the fall,
Tears are collected , she breaks down the wall.
Gentle yet firmly, her voice speaks to me,
Melting my heart and setting it free.
With smiles and giggles, she brightens my day
Crossed over from dreams,
Forever to stay.

Fadedspirit 1/12/2008

Good write!

nice

Excellent ....Faded....from the heart

beautiful

i like this one faded

nice

:) Thanks for the comments, always appreciated!

putting ur heart into poetry.

Awww, thanks robinlynn, I try.