DREAM THE NIGHT AWAY

DREAM THE NIGHT AWAY

Floating on a cloud of sleep in twilight’s sweet repose,
Wrapped around your body warm, the softness of your underclothes.

The scent of you that beckons me to drop the troubles of the day,
The cow goes leaping o’er the moon, I dream the night away.

Dream, dream, dream the spirits, bending softly, bending near,
Stooping to my bedside holy, whispering their message dear.

Dream, dream, dream the music, reverberating in my ear,
The melodies that trip fantastic, sweetening the atmosphere.

The train of glory rides the track, clouds of treasure in its wake.
Like a maze it takes me back through dreams unique as snow flakes.

To days of childhood’s innocence, a past where time moved slowly.
When flowers bloomed on every hill, waving in their glory.
To flaming adolescent dreams that gripped me in their vice.
The dreams of love I dared not speak, the kisses sacrificed.

The years I lost to turning on a mattress unforgiving.
Out of touch with joy’s refrain, the scrumptiousness of living.

Floating on a cloud of sleep, in twilight’s sweet repose.
I lie beside you skin to skin, we shed the underclothes.

The scent of you it beckons me, to drop the troubles of the day,
And wrapped up in your naked flesh, I dream the night away.

-Bruce Potts
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