My Dreams - Poem by Martin Byrne
I dreamed that there was a poem
That could bring you to my arms.
Its words so soft and gentle
Like waves of grass drifting in wind.
It drew you in like a summer breeze
Carrying the scent of dew laden
Roses and violets. It kept you
With select sinuous sounds,
Chosen to fit the rhythm of
Color change in your cactus eyes,
Which store priceless water for the parched
Throat of an emotion starved man.
And it brought just one tear to
Your eye; glittering like a star-encrusted
Diamond sliding down the glowing moon.
And the universe collided between the corners
Of your smile and your irises grew and opened
Like a flower greeting the morning sun.
The tips of our fingers met on a plane of intimacy
Beyond nerve endings as we sensed
The texture of each others' essence.
I dreamed there was such a poem.
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