Silver white whispers
Dance in my dreams
This feeling of love
What does it mean?
Someone appears
Out of the dusk
Takes my small hand
A person from the dust
His touch sends a fire
Lighting through my veins
I look in his light blue eyes
As it slowly starts to rain
The pitter-patter on the sidewalk
The rushing in the trees
Makes me feel as if I could fly
As if we could run on the breeze
Slowly he starts to disappear
A call rings in the distance
My heart starts to cry
As I loose his beautiful existence
My eyes flutter open
The harsh daylight is here
I remember my dream
And my fears disappear
I write a short note
And place it beside my bed
Scribbled in flowing cursive
Someday it will be read
Dear my distant prince,
So beautiful and sweet
Ill be here forever waiting
Til the day we meet
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Chaos
PoesíaDifferent poems from many different situations in life and subjects. I hope you enjoy.
