The Dreams

I loved the dreams where I

could feel the rain on my face,

where every time you embraced me,

I could feel my heart race,

and I loved the dreams when you

told me "I love you",

so that I could blush and whisper

that "I love you, too".

I loved the dreams where we

could just be as we are,

and I loved the dreams where we

could count every star.

Because I loved the dreams

where I could just be free,

and I loved the dreams when you confessed

you were in love with me.

But I know you by voice,

nothing less, nothing more.

And I love the dreams you weave for me;

a love worth dreaming for. 

-LJ

17 June 2016

A Spirit

If your spirit came to me,

how would you appear?

I imagine your perfect body

as you approached me here.

Your smile would shine so brightly,

your eyes would be sincere.

You can be anywhere you want to be,

whether far or near.

You can be the dream I dream,

the one that kills all fear.

 Your arms, now tight around me

 as it then became so clear:

if your spirit came to me,

I know how you'd appear.

-LJ

30 May 2016