Jordin Sparks Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Suspended in a dream we are,
Lifeless to unconscious bodies without a care in the world.
Revolving around the caress of each other's smile.
Floating in space without a specific time.
No place to go.
5 O'clock in the morning, awake in a dream that feels
so real.
Surrounded by the tender essence of you.
Every look becoming a memory
I can't help but smile.
The euphoria of your hand in mine.
Afraid to wake up knowing that this moment would
forever be lost.
Precious moments spent gazing into your eyes.
Could they speak any louder.
The sweet whispers passed eye to eye.
A parade of clouds silently marching to the beat of their own drum.
Becoming a blockade, stopping the sun from glaring into those beautiful eyes.
As I am lost in the pillow of your touch.
Suspended in a dream we are,
Hating to wake up with this moment gone
Reminiscing about the dream I had about you