painting by Josephine Well
In Wistful Dreams
you come to me silently
in the depth of my sleep
To softly kiss my lips and cause
my heart to sing when I weep
Your hand touches my face
softly with gentle loving care
I look up into eyes of soft blue
and caress your dark hair
Softly I hear your lips whispering
love words I need to hear
Sweet as the song of paradise
birds calling in the evening air
Only love true can dream these dreams,
Memories in the heart that drift lightly
like a feather upon crystal streams
Invade my wistful slumber nightly
Love unconditional with emotion
far beyond any compare,
I breathe heavily as I suddenly
awaken into the early morning air
Still feeling your touch I awaken
and look around in disbelief
You are not here with me and my
heart seems to skip beats
My dreams seem to become more realistic
in passing months and years
Love seems to strengthen with desire,
and I shed a longing tear
Not tears of sorrow or shame,
or what happened or whom is to blame,
Only memories of love with
dreams is left to hold in my heart ..
and there you will forever remain.
Written by
Rick Brent and Bonnie Ray
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4-26-2008
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