Midnight Dreaming Poem by Terry Dawson

And in the midnight dreaming time
Behold the one who could be mine
When moonlight dances in her hair
There's joyous warmth 'cause she is near.
Her winning ways and looks devine
Capture my heart, this maid of mine.

And in the dreaming, feelings stir
In wondrous swirls of him and her
And in the firelight shadows prance
And twine and part by random chance...
A brush of lips, o joy devine
And was it luck or by design?

Now in the dreaming's secret place
Merged shadows share a mutual space
And heartbeats like a slow-struck drum
Beat on together two as one
Slow rhythm rules the love embrace,
Hear trumpets blare, hear zithers strum!