by Billy Masoner

Created on: March 17, 2009

Urghhh!

In my dreams I see his face
His movements are like liquid grace
His voice is calling out my name
In my heart I long to do the same
Drifting, swirling, floating by
The scent of him on the breeze's sigh
His arms are outstretched, beckoning
The sight makes me lose my reckoning
I take his hand, he leads me on
Into the rays of the setting sun
We fall into eachother's arms
I touch his skin, he feels so warm
And just as he returns my touch
The alarm clock rings, and I wake up!

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