Sunlight peeps thru closed curtains <br />like a sleepy child, nodding in - out <br />yet you sleep. the wave of pre-dawn <br />passion, renaming lost childhood dreams <br /> <br />I often wonder about some childhood friend, <br />how at the time we were pardners, for life <br />what has become of him? is he sitting <br />somewhere with a cup of coffee? <br /> <br />I touch your skin, to gently introduce you <br />to a new day, and you with a smile, say <br />'I was just dreaming about you' thus <br />leaving my thoughts of childhood friends<br /><br />Joe Howell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-dreams/
