Dream State

you came to me during this unscheduled pace

unexpectedly,

where reasons slow and whisper please

it was again as before

you and me

and yet,

this time there was another

born of your need

a beautiful flower.

wrapped around the mystic breeze we

laughed and danced with trembling steps

uncertain of lascivious hints

oh, how covert we could be

inside the plight of its seductive swoon

the night pressed

and we carried on

giving way to the morning sun

endless kisses welcomed the dawn

dream state...

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Good morning, my friend from across land and sea :-)

What if it was within the beauty of the Dream State where love lived and came alive? Or, perhaps inside a particular level of the subconscious mind...a dream within a dream if you will, where all is as it once was and will continue to be, timeless...endless.

Thank you for taking time out of your busy life. I do appreciate it and love reading your thoughts! I trust all is well.

;-)

[Perdition]

To think of love nested only within a night and unsettled by dawn? Hmmm..I don't know. I love the poem but can't help but feel that there is no night or dawn but that "thinking makes it's so". Try your eyes and sleepy view from soft the first morning light that awakens the cardinal as darkness slips inside that deep richness of blue and consider that whetting of dawn that burns our day. Maybe it is the word "lascivious" that turns this "dream state". Or perhaps "covert"...But I do love it! Thanks A. You are as ever the true angel of love and faith.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you both, for you time and comments.

Alisa :-)

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Beautifully composed and rendered!

[Helen Woodward]

I guess any type of love has a dream state about it. You have a unique way of putting a poem together...I like it, its a story within a story :)
Cheers
Helen.

[Alisa Js]

exactly...

why do we?

Life is but a dream.... dream on...

alisa ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

seduced in a dream state...oh why we have to wake up...

darn the dawn...but love is sometimes like this ...many times...it lasts almost like a dream in one night and by morning it is gone.