Thoughts Of You Poem by TP Sage

You were
the last thought I had last night
before I shut my eyes.
Then I dreamt of you
dancing barefoot
in gossamer silk
and smiles.
Alone
in a moonlit meadow
with an orchestra of stars playing
music to the skies.
A silent rhythmic wind
blew flowers in the air,
and gently lifted you
above the groundless miles.
And like a silver mist
you vanished in the night.
You were
the first thought I had this morn
when I dared open up my eyes.