I had a dream on winters edge,
were sleepless I lay for hours.
I dread intended seasons should
Bring a spring with no flowers.
In Twilight amidst this sleepless dream
an apparition did appear,
extending her arm with un-bridaled charm,
I surely had nothing to fear.
In the Waxing light of a pale moon night,
we swirled around the room.
A soft touch between lips,
a breath held between a kiss.
Sun pressed through the mist
and lifted her from my view.
What fleet feelings I now miss.
What wonders were all in one kiss,
The love I never Knew.
Now in the crest of the day,
spring flowers break way,
and I know not what to do .
For I had a dream on winters edge,
underneath the light of the moon.
Where my sleepless nights went and came
too soon .
About the Creator
Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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