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517 · Apr 2012
Dreamer
Lohboy1 Apr 2012
I remember her,we meet once in a dream

It was unusually warm for Winter,felt more like Spring.

She was dancing softly through my imagination unaware of me

I've never been haunted by spirit so free.

Her eyes notice my unflinching stare

I hung my head embarrassed

Hoping to look up and she'd still be there.

I got my nuts up enough to force out a hello,

She replied "hello,how are you"?

Her voice was fresh and sweet and new

Sweet like honeysuckle,fresh like morning dew.

I talked to God I prayed she would come closer

My prayers were answered when she put my her hand up on my shoulder.

Her eyes they were like amber,painted some kind of crimson colored brown

I was hypnotized trapped like I was in quicksand and slowly going down.

Her smell reminded me of lavender in Summer

I saw lightning crash I heard the roll of distant thunder

I never believed in magic but I had to wonder

If she was playing tricks,was it a spell she had me under?

Her smile broke down all my walls,jumped my fences,and got around my traps

She could tell I was nervous she smiled again and I relaxed

I knew then if I told her I loved her I wouldn't have to take it back.

She took me by the hand and said "come on boy you seem sweet"

Lets take a walk,lets have a talk, and lets laugh right down the street

She breathed deep,I breathed deep,her heart beat,my heart beat.

In that moment,that single moment,that single grain in the sands of time

When I realized I'd always be hers and she'd always be mine.

My heart was content I wanted nothing more I couldn't imagine nothing less

I wondered her ring size on the hand I had clutched tight to my chest.

We walked,we talked,and we laughed straight towards the sunset.

I was dreaming of the future and all that we haven't done yet.
479 · Apr 2012
Wishful Thinking
Lohboy1 Apr 2012
The old withered willow dreams of the coming of Spring

her barren brown branches long for leaves

some yellow,some green

the countless tiny dancers

will sway in the cool afternoon breeze

 

Young lovers carve promises of forever

on her bottom

as they wish for an endless Summer

shes all the while knowing

as their love was growing

it will soon be Autumn

 

Just as the night must begin

the sun must set on this dream

that she holds tender

a slow cold wind

reminds her again

that its the dead of Winter.

— The End —