When we awoke this morning,
I felt a strange and different flow in me,
and my thoughts were filled,
with peace and gentle notions.
As the sun was setting late last night,
there was a chill of night descending,
that was chased away by love, somehow,
and a feeling of affection.
As our sleep was closing in,
I felt the smiles on our faces,
and as we held each other closely,
while confined in open spaces.
And, though I can't remember much today,
I still, somehow see us walking,
hand in hand on flowered earth,
without speaking, we were talking.
I can still remember, reaching out to you,
kissing and caressing you,
then drifting off to dreamland,
holding on to you still.
It's really not much wonder that,
when we awoke this morning,
I felt a whole new flow in me,
and I ignored all warnings.
You felt like a new drug to me,
my heart absorbed the potion,
though straight and tall,
I took it all, and felt the surge,
... of peace and gentle notions.
It can be like a drug...indeed...calming and soothing when you have it...needy and in angst...when you are missing it (somewhat like an addict) ...what do we call this stuff...is it love? Is it passion? ? Furthermore...how is it possible...for one little emotion...to...so thoroughly...mess us up? ? ? Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ok I'm going to have to get to your poems before Dee does or I'm going to start sounding like a record with a scratch on it........... :) ..........All the best, Diane