The crimson sun and golden leafs <br />sparkle on a gentle thoughtful breeze; <br />a pale moon shines in the east <br />as your lipsticked evening smile <br />falls beyond the horizon of my dream. <br /> <br />In my night your moon is bright <br />attended by a million stars; <br />that moon is near and stars so far <br />I feel so small as I watch them all <br />alone in the silence before the dawn. <br /> <br />And in the east a ray of hope <br />a shaft of light dispelling night; <br />as a wisp of your golden hair <br />resting on my pillow of tears. <br />You had not gone you still lie here <br />and your light had lit my dreams.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-dreaming-waking/
