Monday, September 3, 2007

The Dream

I write this as though you stood before me,
Against a backdrop of heavy snow and winter night.
I remember this dream well--
Your hair falling perfectly
Around your neck and shoulders; the snow
Falling around us and upon us.
In a moment you will kiss me, and
I will Discover anew what it means to be in love.
The trees keep our company,
Guarding the silence.

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

i like this poem a lot.

Abby said...

This beautiful!