A frolic breeze spreads its perfumed wings, <br />Where fancies endear the loveliest of dreams, <br />And in the brooding darkness, it seems <br />To linger, listening at love's whisperings. <br />In the bliss of a dream, the thought brings <br />Her pretty looks, the eyes large and tender, <br />Brightened with what thousand lights render, <br />Of sweet beauty deafened to joy's pleadings. <br />Yet are they saddened, those dazzling brown eyes <br />No longer mourn for what they loved best. <br />Now they are conquerors of greater quest, <br />Enslaving the thought of whom dreaming lies, <br />And so, for her, his love will never rest, <br />As in the thought of love, love never dies.<br /><br />Jaime Montanez Salcedo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-365/
