The Dream Weavers
Night after night
The dream weavers
Assemble
By your bedside
Running their long delicate fingers
Through the pages
Of the dream book
You lay motionless
Unaware
Of their dilemma
Deep in your sleep
A light breeze
Ruffles the pages of their treasured manuscript
Alarmed
Holding their breaths
Eyes fastened on your face
They sit anchored in their places
Determined
To find the perfect dream
One that will make you
Toss and turn till dawn
Then wake up
Longing for someone, something
A touch of magic
That will take you through your day
Feeling
A pang of anticipation
In that spot
Where your heart had once been.
m. kamel
Painting by: Jill Iversen(edited)
The dream weavers
Assemble
By your bedside
Running their long delicate fingers
Through the pages
Of the dream book
You lay motionless
Unaware
Of their dilemma
Deep in your sleep
A light breeze
Ruffles the pages of their treasured manuscript
Alarmed
Holding their breaths
Eyes fastened on your face
They sit anchored in their places
Determined
To find the perfect dream
One that will make you
Toss and turn till dawn
Then wake up
Longing for someone, something
A touch of magic
That will take you through your day
Feeling
A pang of anticipation
In that spot
Where your heart had once been.
m. kamel
Painting by: Jill Iversen(edited)
Your blog is amazing!!!! It is a joy to see and read. Thank you for sharing. Greetings and best wishes from Australia.
ReplyDeletethank you! it's a pleasure to share and be read .. greetings from Alexandria!
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