Midnight Dream Poem by Cee Bea

Midnight Dream



isn't it erie..
the look of love

taken for a fortnight
your crooked smile
became a lonely stoney stare

I can touch you
and give you all

but what I loved
I loved because
of the standards
you wove

only to find it
was no more than
than a fall field
and momentary visits
in my midnight dreams

Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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