I am too early; <br />you have not met me yet. <br /> <br />I am isolated from my future <br />where you live. <br />I am too early; <br />you have not yet <br />learned to love me. <br /> <br />You don't know my smile; <br />I am not yet <br />even born <br />in your eyes; <br /> <br />but I still want you to love me <br />Is that silly? <br />Perhaps. <br /> <br />But, maybe it can be; <br /> <br />after all this is my dream. <br /> <br />I lie in bed <br />dreaming you now <br />bringing you here <br />into my bed <br />you don't have to exist <br />to be here <br />I can hear <br />you sigh. <br /> <br />You don't have to exist <br />except here <br />now <br />in my bed <br />that is enough.. <br /> <br />I am not too early; <br /> <br />all I have to do <br />is turn out the lights <br />and get my position <br />right; <br /> <br />and I can conjure you up. <br />. <br />Too early? <br />No, <br />too late. <br /> <br />Don't want you <br />to have to <br />wait.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conjuring/
