She is beautiful when she dreams <br />Dreams of yesterday, dreams of tomorrow <br />Soft smoky dreams of places far, times long past <br />Hard, wanton dreams of blood and steel <br />And dreams of misted green fields <br />wrapped in the scent of a spring morning <br />Cloud shrouded dreams of mountaintops <br />Caressed by gentle sunny breezes <br />Dreams of the milky moonlight <br />Wrapped about the night like stark lace <br />Passionate dreams of love and laughter <br />The taste of hot skin and warm tears <br />Desirous dreams <br />Of life, of meaning, of fulfillment <br />Dreams of romance that make her eyes shine <br />Dreams of lust and adventure that make her glow <br />I see her reposed, dreaming her dreams <br />White as ivory, fine and chiseled <br />Eyes closed, lips full, peaceful and content <br />She is beautiful when she dreams.<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreaming-58/
