a soft silken voice, <br /> irresistable, <br /> i hear at night. <br /> venturing out, to see <br /> in a lonely hill of dream <br /> a waterfall begins, <br /> and flows into a stream.. <br /> i heard dewdrops falling, <br /> on leaves, <br /> that lonely night, <br /> or was it the murmuring, <br /> of sweet soft breeze, <br /> in my mind? <br /> a gentle tune of music <br /> began, in the prism <br /> of my mind, <br /> with strange harmonic <br /> tune of love. <br /> i guess, the call of love, <br /> was to ensnare me <br /> into the ink -blue fold <br /> of night dream. <br /> <br /> the golden net of dream, <br /> with strange sensation, <br /> of sensuality, <br /> from the breath <br /> of your being, <br /> even if far away from me. <br /> <br /> is it possible to have <br /> such unearthly feeling, <br /> of joy and elation, <br /> just by the hint <br /> of your presence? <br /> you looked at me, <br /> and looked away, <br /> elsewhere. <br /> <br /> yet in your smile, <br /> i could sense, a <br /> spread of honeyed joy, <br /> which put me back to sleep.<br /><br />ritty patnaik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-golden-dream-2/
