I stand alone <br />with my back to the stone <br />day dreaming of her <br />under the sun. <br />running my fingers through her hair. <br /> <br />my mind waunders <br />my heart pounds <br />love is certainly dangerous waters <br />as the words carry no sound <br /> <br />I close my eyes <br />and see the happiness <br />of her smile <br />and simpleness. <br /> <br />I hear a whisper on <br />the wind <br />that carries sounds <br />its her... <br /> <br />it can't be <br />can it? <br />I open my eyes and see <br />her smile on her lips <br /> <br />I look at <br />her and <br />take her mouth <br />in mine. <br /> <br />I wake up... <br />the moon is sleeping <br />I feel like a dupe, <br />for the whole thing was a dream.<br /><br />jordan erickson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-197/
