My Wife's Dream - Poem by Moffat Mbuzi
How neatly my wife sleeps,
I should like to sleep like her.
She must be dreaming of me,
I must long to see her dreams;
Her breathe so smooth,
Her turnings so soft,
She must be using hydraulics,
For her to turn without struggles.
Her lips once again so tempting,
But I do not want to disturb her,
In her dreams she Takes care of all our dreams;
She solves our day long problems.
Through her eye lids
I long to read all her eyes,
And join her in her dreams.
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