When I can feel the texture <br />of the scent of roses… <br />Sense the velvet caress <br />Of the fog’s vaporous touch <br /> <br />Feel the sonorous <br />voice of Elvis <br />the velvet-like timbre <br />That I loved so much <br /> <br />When I can feel the warmth <br />From brown eyes that look into mine <br />And hear unspoken whispers… <br />And taste unsipped wine <br /> <br />When I can talk to the raven <br />And he… speak to me… <br />His words will be graven <br />In my heart… eternally <br /> <br />When I can hear the grass growing <br />When I can taste…fairy dust <br />And hear the hiss of rainbows <br />And know the sound of trust <br /> <br />If I can experience just one of these <br />And know also… all is not what it seems <br />I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing <br />And know I’m walking in my dreams<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-walking-2/
