Sunday, March 12, 2006
My Muse Is Slipping Out
Mid Summer Dream
A face haunts me in my dreams
A face haunts me in my dreams
A love that came to me many summers ago
I was young then - young in the ways of the heart
It was unspoken - never kindled - never met
There was something there, I suspected
I still do
And after so many wonderful summers
that face still visits me every night
as if we were still getting to know each other
Acting like all young couples do
Happy in togetherness
Making promises
Meeting in secret places
but only in my dreams
