Morning streams into my room
Sighing, I can still smell perfume
Thoughts awaken like indigo broom
Branching through my heightened senses
Bring smiles reminiscing and lightly scented

The night before was full of dreams
Visions of a lover and romance it seems
The picture of this idyllic man is very intense
I become deeply immersed in my sensual thought
If I dwell too long in this dream I become overwrought

In the cold nights of coming winter
Conjuring a lover to keep me warm simmer
Like a tree, a man sturdy with eyes that glimmer
Sadness of life when north winds blow and ice freezes
Brings me to places of soft warm summer days and breezes

Deeper I plunge into actually wanting
I’m awake stretching my mind and yawning
Tears begin, musing for this lover in my dawning
This is how a woman’s heart cries to be given to a man
And why a man should know the value of a heart and understand

As tears fill my eyes I rise up to leave
This room full of scents that makes me grieve
Still thinking of the lover and how skillfully I weave
Into existence a friend, a lover, sturdy and strong to be with me
A journey that joins hearts and dreams in beautiful precious reality