A Dream Of Yesterday Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Another morning!

Upon the bed, my arms are still on her chest and my breath close to her cheeks.
With me she is, through her golden silky hairs I move my fingers, slowly, softly
Without letting her know she is being caressed; here she is, my love!

When did I fall asleep last night, I remember it was raining outside
The moist wind peeping through the windows, the curtain moving aside
Opening my vision to the lightening on the sky, flashes on which I could see
Trees having shower on heavenly rain and I was listening to the raindrops.

I am trying to recollect a beautiful poem that I dreamt last night,
I remember the tiny letters, words melodious and sentences beautiful,
But, the images are dark, colours faded into it and comprehension beyond!
The dream remains as it is, the poem remains unwritten, as blank as white!

The rain has stopped, the naked green lay stretched for a bath in the sun
To absorb the warmth and to be awake for another day and for another rain
To find amidst the showers celestial once again, to be blessed, blissful!
I can feel the warmth that would keep me awake for another day!

Fingers still on my beloved, I see her opening her eyes and holding me tight,
'Love me my beloved' she whispers, 'Getup, we have another day to love!
Looking at her blue eyes, I'm made silent -was she the poem I dreamt last night? ?