Come my Love;
Sit a while
Spend some time with me.

Settle back
Close your eyes
Picture us by the sea.

The setting sun
The waves soft crash
Me, adoring thee.

We’re holding hands
Talking Love
We get settled, by the sea.

We talk of past
We talk of now
The future, what may be.

I taste your lips
Hold you near
We are comfy, you and me.

In whispered breath
We pledge our Love
Feelings root deep as any tree.

So when apart
And you think these things
I’ll be there with thee.

Dan Gray
2oo2

I like to use words that wrap around you.
Ones that tickle you in unseen places.
Shivers caused by the words meaning,
Interpreted by the involvement of your mind.
Words which, by themselves;
Are innocent.
Ones that are soft and delicate,
Like a warm breath on your neck.
Velvety in their smoothness
Caressing your imagination as they work.
Triggering tingles that travel over your body;
As does the oh so soft touch of a lover,
Causing the rising blush,
From the image my words can paint.
A warmth rising from these words
Rubbed together by your thinking,
Reminding one of private pleasures,
With private partners.
So let me tempt you,
With the exercising of your imagination.
By my words.

Dan Gray
2008

When I close my eyes
My mind can be
That secret world of fantasy.

It’s not youth I find
Not strength untold
Nor with the women, over bold.

With special friends
Small ecstasies,
This world of marvel, my fantasies.

I’m at that age
Where worries run
And soon pile up, sun to sun.

It’s time that’s different
Don’t you see?
Within my world of fantasy.

The rules don’t change
I know my way
Age and customs don’t hold sway.

With all these things
And a heart that’s free
You wonder why, my fantasies?

Some friends to close
For thoughts to stray
You hide them deep and far away.

Some may surface
But none shall see
For it’s private; in my fantasy.

If you see that look
And hear me sigh
You needn’t sit and wonder why.

I’ve crossed that line
To Fantasy
Or, are you, really here with me ?

Dan Gray
1996

I, am a dreamer.
I will sit; still.
My mind escapes.
It soars and takes wing.
Capturing words that compel me,
Nay, force me to pick up a pen.
It searches my heart,
Explores my soul.
Takes energy from my feelings.
It travels to my past,
Taunts my present,
Questions my future.

Finds more words.

Herds them, into sentences.

It takes my passions,
Translates them to thoughts.
Colours them with hopes.
Carves them with doubts.
Reinforces them with truths.
Undermines them, with reality.

I, am a dreamer.
I write down,
Scratch out,
Translate, change,
Combine then rearrange
All these words.
You see my fears,
Hear me laugh,
Shout, curse
And question why.
You feel my pain.
My joys.
My happiness.
Tears as they roll down my cheeks.
Love as it leaves my heart.
I, am a dreamer.

I see how things can be,
There is logic to these.
Coupled with emotions
Braced from my heart.
Ignoring the would - ahs
The could - ahs
The should -ahs
The might be’s of my life.
No matter.
The power of my words,
The righteousness of their being
The bold advances of their meanings.
They are only as substantial
As my thoughts.
For I am not a prophet,
I, am just a dreamer.

So read my words.
Let them enter your mind.
Your heart.
Your soul.
Let them lead you
Down the roads I’ve traveled,
To embrace the Love I feel.
Partake of my passions.
Lift your soul,
Cry with me,
Laugh with me.
Find deep within yourself
What I find deep within me.

Do these things
Celebrate them,
Enjoy them,
Feel them,
Live them.
Then maybe; I won’t find,
That I am just a dreamer

Dan Gray
2004