Lady in a Dream

dear beautiful lady,
yester night i woke up from a dream,
of petals raining,
beautiful faces glittering with smiles,
themed with carribean melodies,
a spanish guitar from a far heard,
and to this that my heart into a race took,
this land that rarely in i land,
that a warmth bring,
to reality i want to bring,
to hold on forever
a treasure hard to lose,
but you are but a fiction,
created from a day light desire,
built from wishes,
a breath given by want,
yet that image somewhere maybe,
locked in same chains as i,
of loneliness silvered,
sadness links,
trying hard to break,
inability a vacuum of love,
wishing for that knight,
a horse,
or that chariot and roses,
vintage love drunk,
yet none by your cottage rides,
and it be that by these we passed each other,
you a care in the world barely showing,
while i crippled by sadness,
a head drag,
afraid of condemnation ,
a whipping from many a lovers that tag along,
hope tonight you know that am thinking of you,
and when you close your eyes,
that night rest to take,
know that i am here waiting,
anticipating for that moment,
that this dream a reality you will make,


©2011