You appear every night in my dreams,
your hand out, leading me to gardens
of color and scent that float like music.
I twirl around, twist flowers in my hair,
and you smile, as if you know I belong
in this place that you dreamed for me.
And when we lie on a bed of wildflowers,
you take my hand in yours, and the stars
pour into the night sky. It takes my breath
away, but you catch it and set it back
gently on my lips. I feel every flower,
every star, every breath you dreamed
for me. The night is cold, but your arms
are warm, and peace settles all around.
I wake to find it has gone; cold has returned.
All day I smell flowers and wait for you.
So incredibly gorgeous! Lovely, lovely, lovely poem 😀
thank you so much for your kind words!
very nice..and the photo of the rose is really beautiful