Of This I Dream Poem by Sara Militello

Of This I Dream

That each passing day would find me
nestled in the supine comfort
of loving arms accepting and free
of creature guile and apathy.

Our loving natures would partake
of Venus tolerance and hope
emboldened by the breadth
of her permissive scope.

We'd awaken to fires of passion
that an uncertain kiss could ignite
even in snow covered glens
that not a sigh nor a kiss be lost,

not a whisper nor a knowing from souls
entwined in wordless comfort.
I'd forever thank the Gods above
if In this life I'd be granted this dream
I've dreamed that I could say
to the world in my own words any day,

'I've known the gentle winds of dawn
that blow loving round slumbering heads
when each new day of soft serenity showed
the mortal world as nought! '

March 13,1998