A night ride downstream
On a boat made of moonbeams
And in the water, stars gleam
You are this dreamer's only dream.
My waking mind is frayed
My heart I cannot truly portray
In words; my thoughts always stray
To you; never to anyone else, I pray.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Don't Have to Rhyme
PoesíaPoetry collection. Some of it is pretty good, most of it is pretty bad.
