Dreams You Made Me Dream Poem by Emma Atkinson

You make me dream,
And in my dreams, I dream of you.
There stories are woven by streams,
Where we walk along,
Bursting at the seams,
With thoughts left unsaid,
Thoughts that dance around my head,
Like two figures swaying under the afternoon sun,
To a song,
A song that has just begun.
Whispering like the stream, things too delicate to be heard,
Except caught between two gentle sighs,
Where meet the hearts and meet the eyes,
As I watch the river of your thoughts,
Running through two hazel portals,
Through which I with my brown ones slip,
To see the world as you see it,
I dream a dream within a dream,
Where what I'd hoped has come to be,
And we stand as if caught by the tide,
A pounding heart and an awestruck mind,
Overcome by a current stronger than we could imagine.
Even as I dream of this unborn reality,
I long for its birth,
As I walk dreaming upon this earth,
With dreams you made me dream.