'Let's make love'
 

A whisper in a dream was all it was

A passion from the past I thought I'd

Lost. She might well have not been

There, but for the lock of golden hair

Left on my pillow in a pretty satin box

Something in a dream that slipped

Away, imagination working overtime

I'd say. But the strangest thing of all

Was the shadow on the wall and

When I woke the bed was warm

Where she had laid

A notion in a dream not there at all

Beauty better captured by a thought

She whispered 'let's make love…'

Well, hardly that dear reader, but what

Is sleep if not to dream, to forget the

Troubles of the world, to roam the

Fertile lanes of make-believe, to

Fantasize and above all - to fly
 

©Joseph G Dawson
05/11/2016