I listened as she spoke of love <br />She spoke as if she knew <br />She spoke of what could happen <br />I thought maybe that’s true <br />She spoke of far off places <br />Of mountains sun and sea <br />I listened rapt I wanted <br />A piece of this for me <br />She spoke of candlelit dinners <br />By beach and by moonlight <br />She spoke of nights of passion <br />She spoke of sheer delight <br /> <br />My world was building around her <br />As if she’d wrote my dreams <br />She spoke of feet cooling <br />In crystal mountain streams <br />I flew on flights of fancy <br />I travelled far and wide <br />She spoke of our tomorrows <br />She turned an ebbing tide <br /> <br />She spoke of poets, of authors <br />Books that she had read <br />She prised my soul open <br />She crept inside my head <br />She touched me with her tenderness <br />She warmed me with her smile <br />She spoke of our forever <br />Promised the extra mile <br /> <br />She spoke of walls in China <br />Of palaces in France <br />Of spending time in Venice <br />Of masquerades and dance <br />She filled my heart with longing <br />She filled my eyes with love <br />She took me from the depths <br />She raised me high above <br />Who could ever doubt her? <br />Who would want her wrong? <br />She kissed the lips before her <br />She hummed her favourite song <br /> <br />Her eyes became my lighthouse <br />They shone a path to hope <br />Her mouth became my future <br />With every word she spoke <br />When all talk was over <br />She took anothers hand <br />Eavesdropped on conversation <br />Dreams stolen secondhand<br /><br />Bill Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secondhand-dreams/
