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Come,Walk,...Dream
Come to me my love...
as the heart beckons
the moon rise’s in the night sky
crisp cool air breezes across my face
I await the moment
when our hearts entwined
and the stars will lark
to the rhythms of the beating
enchanted evening of two
without care
embellishing the romance
of us
as we become one
for love is ours
Walk with me my love...
where nights of heaven
seem so short
that we forever start
to remember today
almost before tomorrow
waits with us
for never will a night
hasten to turn to day
that we feel this complete
we embrace in celebration
of our passion
few have ever imagined
let alone lived
Dream with me my love...
For dreams are free
they gather no moss
as ambiguous as the universe
is wide
we can dream
our dreams
from atop the clouds
if we choose
or ride a star
to touch the moon
for as long as we have
our dreams, my love
we too shall always have... our passion.
Copyright ©1999-2001 Dennis Hicks
Completely breath taking......Poe
The difference between lust and passion lies within the heart. This is both, a passionate and romantic piece of writing. Still, when I read the romantics, my breath is taking away by the sensitivity of the poetics. On rare occasion there is a pure romantic piece to be found on these boards. Thank you for posting on Postpoems.