Kiss Of A Dream

Alone I lay, deep in my slumber.
Under a dreamscape of blues, pinks and umber.

I was dreaming of the love of an old lover you see,
When another love of days gone by spoke to me in my mind, ever so gently.

Wake now, my love, for I am here now,
Do not ask why, do not ask how,
For to ask shall rip the veil under which we hide.

I rose from my bed, and allowed him the entrance he sought.
Our eyes locked, and try as I might to resist, our lips met soon after.

The taste was the same as it was in my memory,
The power, the pleasure, the pain, as sweet as I remember so long ago.

Ambrosia mixed with the sting of a yellow jacket,
My head began to buzz with a very loud racket.

So much I wanted to tell you, the emotion I still felt..
But the world has moved on, since last we met.

The Winter is always my favorite time of year,
My memories of you, with steam rising off of you,
Showing me the fire that raced through your veins still.

Passion and love that even Time stood still for,
Over the years has quieted to a dull roar.

We existed outside of time and space,
Lost in our own world, that no one could see
Or feel or destroy, we were different from them, out of place.

Eventually we had to return to the real world,
Full of distraction and responsibility.

Two souls divided by the earthly choices we made,
Our time in the sun now covered in shade.

But the memory of those long Winter nights remain,
And I know, since the day we met, that I would never be the same….