In my solitude, <br />I have a dream of you. <br />Suddenly, I feel you are very near, <br />and my eyes fill with happy tears. <br /> <br />In this quietude, <br />when even the smallest noise seems rude, <br />there falls over me a great peaceful mood, <br />and I seem to melt into you. <br /> <br />I feel the softness of your breath; <br />you cross your arms and fold me in a tender caress. <br />I see out of your eyes. <br />I feel your chest fall and rise. <br /> <br />The very weight of your heart I bear, <br />and I savor the moment rare, <br />as in this joyous, dreamy land, <br />we stand as one on a vast stretch of creamy sand. <br /> <br />Though you are far away, my dear, <br />if at times I seem to be very near, <br />perhaps, it's because, of you I am a part. <br />To find me, just look into your heart. <br /> <br /> <br />'I dreamed one night that someone was inside of me and I could feel his breathing. It was like his whole body was inside my body and he was looking out of my eyes. I would have been frightened when I awoke, but it occurred to me, maybe I could make this into a love poem.'<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/interlude-3/
