Upon a dream you bloomed,
you rose within my half
opened eyes, like a lingering
tear you fell from the sky.

You became a moonflower,
you blossomed within my
waking hour, no longer
a whisper, sweet and tender,
your love was always there.

Upon my waking dream
your kisses blew me away,
like a storm waiting for me
to step out into its flurry,
your love was always there.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton