Monday, March 17, 2014

When You Dream

When you rest you head to sleep
Is it me that you do dream of
With moments to had have keep
The nights of a dreamer's Love
I know that time permits such
A time when it shows us signs
Of a world I've kept in touch
With what the universe shows
The sign of the times of Love
With which I do take upon it
To write of a story of Love
Without it I couldn't write
It'd be a sullen and morose
Tale about a forbidden Love.