Surreal 06/24/09

[Randy]

Surreal



I sit here and watch you sleeping.
Nestled softly in your picket fence carefree dreams.
And as you, I am also dreaming;
Memorizing your every curve and your breath exhaled.

The hills and valleys. The sounds and fragrances... god.
What is there in this world or beyond not born of you?
Oh how I wish to embrace you and love you again totally.
But yet, seeing you in naked slumber is so beautiful in itself.

We have the whole day, the whole eternity for love.
So with your last night's honey still wet on my lips,
I will stay silent, absorbing you lying there.
And try to draw you perfectly into surreal blissful words.




Randy L. Turner
copyright 2009