The girl of my dreams

The girl of my dreams

A Poem by S. Michael Long

Brown Locks, Darkened curls on the shoulder of my wife
Story deepens waves crash; then weaken; she the templar of my life

i saw her shadow in the dusk
so solemn scented taste of trust

i call a name but is it hers?
i dream in doubt for my lack of words.

she never looks to me
i only see her back.

brown curls flowing in the breeze
uncurling without slack

will i ever meet this providence?
or will i continue to live in recompense?

I still see her there out on that dock
waiting hoping dreaming

for when i take stock
when i correct the misses the lost misbehaved

the dream of reality and truth obeyed.
she is my reality my truth my mission

all i need to do is sit wait and listen. 

© 2012 S. Michael Long

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I love the way you wrote this.. Wow.. what a beautiful piece man.

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S. Michael Long
S. Michael Long

Cedar Rapids, IA