I feel your breath. I taste the calm. I sleep in your dreams, And I dance in your dawn. Each to other. To glance. Perchance
If the world vanished Like rain drops in rapids, Oak trees would sway in Violet scented breezes. Every moment would welcome Bright light beginnings Of
How easy with you For my blues to lose their hues. Paint me with passion. © Brandewulf 2018 Inspired, in part, by the sunrise I
The silver glow That filtered low Did bathe them like a memory. No forest dark Could kill the spark That filled them full of reverie.
Take me and wake me Don’t ever forsake me. Slip inside My sunshine smile, As I surrender and dance In the clouds of your eyes.
Pinpricks swim in ink Illuminating the dream Heralds of love’s hope © Brandewulf 2018 In response to a challenge/prompt from a comment in Bojana’s poem