Night Time is for Dreaming.
You visit me.
I can feel your hand in mine, I know not how, for I have never met you.
And yet I know you.
I sense the soft puffs of your breath, as you whisper in my ear.
But, I nave never met you.
I feel your heart quicken, as I lay across your breast.
Still I have never met you.
And yet I know you.
We are invisible, you and I, known only to each other.
Night time is for dreaming.
I need not meet, for you are part of me, I have known the essence of you.
All of my life..
Poetry by Victoria Pearson
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Written on 2006-06-15 at 04:44
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Night Time
When the sun disappears over the horizon and the night is ever so nigh.You visit me.
I can feel your hand in mine, I know not how, for I have never met you.
And yet I know you.
I sense the soft puffs of your breath, as you whisper in my ear.
But, I nave never met you.
I feel your heart quicken, as I lay across your breast.
Still I have never met you.
And yet I know you.
We are invisible, you and I, known only to each other.
Night time is for dreaming.
I need not meet, for you are part of me, I have known the essence of you.
All of my life..
Poetry by Victoria Pearson
Read 779 times
Written on 2006-06-15 at 04:44
Tags Night
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