Dreams 5/22 Poem by Jim Milks

I shake off the vestiges of my dreams
As the sunlight brightly gleams upon my windowpane

As the sun warms my face I put my arms around my love
The feel of her body the smell of her hair tells me that she is there

The sun streams upon the scene my love fades away
like the Morning fog before the noonday sun

and without warning I am alone again in the night
with just my dreams
rolling over to embrace the moonlight