A Dream of Love

Posted on | September 1, 2007 | Posted by Bo Grimes | No Comments |

I dreamed a dream of love,
and in that dream
there were long evening walks
and serenades;
we picked wild roses
while moonbeams played
through your hair,
enchantment everywhere.

In that dream we flew,
just me and you,
up to the stars,
and down below,
in soft starlight’s glow,
the world was light.

There was no fear,
unlike here.

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