Dream to Sleep

I was just browsing through all my personal files when I came across a very old poem that I have made. Entitled "Dream To Sleep," I can hardly remember what made me write this poem. Probably this was the time when my Spinsterhood days were the times when I was still being idealistic and looking for Mr. Right was highly romanticized by me.

DREAM TO SLEEP

And my vision blurs, head spiralling up
Into a great abode of fantasy
Where reality is but a dim light of a firefly...

I hear the sound of waves ashore
Whispering with serenity
The sun half-cut by the horizon
As I looked up at the salmon-blue sky.

And as I walk on the silvery sand
Clad with the finest jewels of old
My breath held out a gladly sigh
I saw my prince waiting for me.

With arms wide open for an embrace
I ran with impatience, with haste
And he, noticing my arrival
Stood up, and lifted me as my body touched his.

The joy of oneness surpassed all joys
As he gazed into my eyes
With a longing far intense than fiery coal
Burning my soul with passionate rapture.

As his lips touched my face
He warmly whispered words of love
He closed his eyes to kiss my lips
As gently as a feather's brush.

We walked together along the shore
Locked in an embrace we watched the sun set
For night will come, I am no longer alone
And there once again, love will reign.

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