Musings by The Poet Loriet
When I Dream At Night
When I Dream At Night...
My eyes flutter shut
as I sink into
toasty cotton covers,
my weary head
embraced by
pillows sewed
around clouds
from a summer sky.
Do I dare hope
that love will thrive
in my sclerosed heart
once again?
In my dreams,
pieces of hope
are flashed before me
in a crystal ball,
encased by fragile
twilight.
Love flew away
from my marriage
on gilded wings
as soon as my head
was turned away.
I was blinded to
its sneaky departure.
Now it's too late.
I love a man
whose life is bound
to another
by a thin gold band,
but it's enough
to keep him
firmly planted
in the home they
made together.
I'm a stranger,
peeking in windows,
living for the brief moments
when he steals my breath
with kisses so sweet
they make me forget
all that makes sense,
and I dare to dream.
I want him,
but I know
(as he tells me),
I need someone
who can love me
in the sunlight,
not just night's
borrowed time.
Where will I find
my soul-mate?
A friend wants to
set me up with
a pro-hockey player.
"Does he have
all his teeth?,"
I joked to cover
the fact that the idea
thoroughly intimidated me.
I'm a quiet girl, and
I pictured a wild,
beer-imbibing athlete--
not for me...or am I
just saying no
because I'm scared?
I dream of someone
who will understand my dreams,
could be part of my world--
just stepping in and fitting
like a pair of well-worn blue jeans.
Is he out there~
the man who could
talk for hours with ease,
share my warped humor,
someone who needs
tender embraces
as well as intense passion?
Someone who could
love my children as if
they were their own,
help me establish
a peaceful home amongst
a life riddled with chaos?
Is the man out there
who's ready to face life
by my side as a united
"we" ~ unbreakable,
yet fragile and comforting?
Am I asking the impossible--
that someone could love
a moody, eccentric, quirky,
middle-aged mom of two
with starry dreams and
quiet realities?
Do I dare hope
to find that kind of bond
in the one I already love
as a best friend or
the intellectual one I can
talk to for hours or
the one with the irresistible
personality, or the funny one
who always makes me laugh or...
someone I've yet to meet or
someone I haven't realized
could be the embodiment of my
dreams, someone that I've known
all along? Someone, someone...
I have to allow myself
to believe...because without
hope,
I am nothing.
Where are you?
I see you in my dreams,
but the outlines of your face
won't come into focus.
I can't make out
the curves of
your arms,
the lines in the
palms of your hands...
I can't see the
light in your eyes,
the shape of your body...
Please come out.
Don't be shy.
Hello?
Is anybody...
out there?
Shhhhhhhhhhhh...
Go back to sleep.
It was just a dream.
You're still alone
in a King-sized bed,
listening to the wind
outside the window,
delivering your thoughts
to the one looking out his
window, wishing upon a star
for someone just like me.
Besides that,
the ebony night is
silent and silky,
interrupted only by
the sound of
breath...
and my heart,
beating the tribal song
meant to be answered
by only you, wherever
you may be.
Sleep well...
listen to the silence
and you might just
hear my voice.
I'll wait...
for your answer.
Lori Beal
My eyes flutter shut
as I sink into
toasty cotton covers,
my weary head
embraced by
pillows sewed
around clouds
from a summer sky.
Do I dare hope
that love will thrive
in my sclerosed heart
once again?
In my dreams,
pieces of hope
are flashed before me
in a crystal ball,
encased by fragile
twilight.
Love flew away
from my marriage
on gilded wings
as soon as my head
was turned away.
I was blinded to
its sneaky departure.
Now it's too late.
I love a man
whose life is bound
to another
by a thin gold band,
but it's enough
to keep him
firmly planted
in the home they
made together.
I'm a stranger,
peeking in windows,
living for the brief moments
when he steals my breath
with kisses so sweet
they make me forget
all that makes sense,
and I dare to dream.
I want him,
but I know
(as he tells me),
I need someone
who can love me
in the sunlight,
not just night's
borrowed time.
Where will I find
my soul-mate?
A friend wants to
set me up with
a pro-hockey player.
"Does he have
all his teeth?,"
I joked to cover
the fact that the idea
thoroughly intimidated me.
I'm a quiet girl, and
I pictured a wild,
beer-imbibing athlete--
not for me...or am I
just saying no
because I'm scared?
I dream of someone
who will understand my dreams,
could be part of my world--
just stepping in and fitting
like a pair of well-worn blue jeans.
Is he out there~
the man who could
talk for hours with ease,
share my warped humor,
someone who needs
tender embraces
as well as intense passion?
Someone who could
love my children as if
they were their own,
help me establish
a peaceful home amongst
a life riddled with chaos?
Is the man out there
who's ready to face life
by my side as a united
"we" ~ unbreakable,
yet fragile and comforting?
Am I asking the impossible--
that someone could love
a moody, eccentric, quirky,
middle-aged mom of two
with starry dreams and
quiet realities?
Do I dare hope
to find that kind of bond
in the one I already love
as a best friend or
the intellectual one I can
talk to for hours or
the one with the irresistible
personality, or the funny one
who always makes me laugh or...
someone I've yet to meet or
someone I haven't realized
could be the embodiment of my
dreams, someone that I've known
all along? Someone, someone...
I have to allow myself
to believe...because without
hope,
I am nothing.
Where are you?
I see you in my dreams,
but the outlines of your face
won't come into focus.
I can't make out
the curves of
your arms,
the lines in the
palms of your hands...
I can't see the
light in your eyes,
the shape of your body...
Please come out.
Don't be shy.
Hello?
Is anybody...
out there?
Shhhhhhhhhhhh...
Go back to sleep.
It was just a dream.
You're still alone
in a King-sized bed,
listening to the wind
outside the window,
delivering your thoughts
to the one looking out his
window, wishing upon a star
for someone just like me.
Besides that,
the ebony night is
silent and silky,
interrupted only by
the sound of
breath...
and my heart,
beating the tribal song
meant to be answered
by only you, wherever
you may be.
Sleep well...
listen to the silence
and you might just
hear my voice.
I'll wait...
for your answer.
Lori Beal
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When I Dream At Night
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