This is my dream:
sleep in the warmth
of your arms
my heart resting
on the bossom of your breast.
work with hands
guided by the light
of your sacred word.
I dream for your love
gliding back in a chariot
moving under the spell
of your direction.
I will sing of your grace
and beauty, my song chorused
over the savannah.
I will sing till the Doves
from across the seas
fly home with leaves of light.
wow what a master piece well done on this one and keep writing.......what i liked in this poems was evewrything but the best part that touched me most was this one.......
I dream for your love
gliding back in a chariot
moving under the spell
of your direction.
GOOD WRITING WITH SO MUCH PASSION KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK AND YES I WISH TO BE YOUR PENPAL.