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'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 Vote for this poem
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