Chants in My Dreams

CHANTS IN MY DREAMS…….. EXCERPTS Just Perfect!
We pled love, he called me a witch, I tickled his fancy, I danced to his dandy, we stayed in a clinch.
In gurgling streams, a perfect garden, a troth was made never to fade he called me a witch that stole his thunder!
In flowered dreams, the years rolled by, the endearments took a hue, from the many frets, when natured served us hets as lessons of love his eyes took a shine, to varied shapes askew, that taunted our troth. if only I was truly a witch!  I would weld his wanderings!
IMAGINE…..
In a room full of laughter my soul is quiet
In a cold dank cell the heat of my longing keeps me sweating
The starry skies the soft call of doves brings me close to tears
Butterflies flit the air buttercups in your hair I should be laughing
The thump of your heart as you sit by the hearth and the embers glow golden
How lonely the stars feel how desperately I miss you how long I sat in the dark your hand to touch in the dark one soul to beat as mine Imagine… If really you could Just imagine.
Just one Look
Across the room there was no name; to the emotion; the air was thin; my breadth was strained, my knees became jellies, took an eternity, to complete my breadth, that was lodged between my breast.
He walked away, as I turned away, from the darkened door to my bright happiness
Never saw him again; each morning though; I remember with pain; the sun that went away at dawn.