Tom Renney

Rookie (March 7,1954 / Vancouver, B.C. Canada)

Sweet Summer's Dream - Poem by Tom Renney

In a meadow on a summers day,
I tarried under an oak trees shade.
Beside a stream, I slept in bliss,
A dream in my heart of a young girls kiss.

Her name I knew not, just the taste of her lips,
The caress of her hair and the sway of her hips.
Her face was a painting past value and worth,
From her mouth came the whispers of laughter and mirth.

Deeply I slept and sweetly I dreamed,
not wanting to wake from, a paradise, I deemed.
The night fell upon me as I lay there in swoon,
Tasting wine from her lips, hearing songs she did croon.

Coldness I felt and in waking was weak,
Alone and so lonely, warm shelter to seek.
On dark paths I travelled in search of a bed,
A stable, a cave, or even a shed.

Deep in a valley, white smoke, I espied,
A cottage was there and from cold might I hide.
I knocked on the door and I waited to hear,
If whoever was inside would share with me cheer.

The door opened slightly and a voice, I did hear,
warm memory came to me, sweet, soft and dear.
'Twas the voice in the dream and when door opened wide,
The maiden stood forth like a sweet gentle bride.

She bade me to enter, take shelter and meat,
She opened her heart to me, gave me wine sweet.
I tarried for long in this warm childs repose,
I love this rare flower, my dreamlover rose.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

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