The Dreams

It’s time to lay my head upon the pillow
Fearful of the dreams that will follow
Haunting me of times long past
Of memories of youth and love that did not last

Floating on the web of ancient dreams
Riding threads of hope and love it seems
Until I come upon the place that holds
Memories and fears waiting to unfold

I see you searching in a patch of distant mist
For something lost or something missed
I turn my head to hide my tears
Falling, failing through past years

I hear a silent whisper searching for my ear
Why did you leave me all alone my dear
I feel a hand wipe the tears upon my face
And I remember your fond embrace

With my heart in pieces I held you tight
I had to go I told you true that dark night
And through your tears you spoke to me
Come and please make love with me

With our hearts aflame with passion and desire
The stars in the sky like a thousand fires
We shared our young love so sure
Our youthful love so fierce and pure

Sweating, burning with desire waking to face another day
Leaking tears another day
Reminding me of the dreams last night
My heart in pieces is this my plight

It’s time again to lay my head upon the pillow
Fearful of the dreams that will follow
Haunting me of times long past
With memories of youth and love that did not last
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Posted: Feb 2020
About this poem:
Remembering my high school sweetheart.

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