my arm creeps around your neck
I rest my head on your shoulder
and savour the tang on your skin
you look up from your work
turning my face towards you,
you gaze deep into my soul
rustling papers fall on the floor
the winds help us close the door
dreamy fantasies come alive
in that trice, the sky melts
away from the shaky earth,
the moonlight pins us down
when I find my moorings
and try to come out of the haze
you are watching me fumble
"sleep and dream on, you say, dreams are sweet"
"Dream on, for dreams are sweet:"
are the opening lines of the poem Dreams by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Do hop on aboard the Monday Poetry Train. Great place to hangout each Monday. What's stopping you?