Title: The dream
Rating: K+
By: LucifersMaster
Summary:
Meh, this is a poem about a dream I had. It felt so real and I just had to write it. Oh and this poem is not supposed to rhyme!
I dreamt about you again
Like the day after yesterday
You sat there reading the newspaper
Never looking my way
Wearing a white business suit and blue tie
Your matching hat lie on the table
I gasped when I saw you
And a family heard me
I mentally kicked myself
Never wanting to expose you
Just to know you
I stood there a second
Wondering what to do
I wanted to talk to you
I pulled myself together
And walked up to you
"I have something to tell you"
I whispered close to your ear
I backed up as you looked at me
You stood up after gracefully closing the newspaper and setting it down
You never said a word
Just put your arm around my shoulders
And led me towards the empty garden
We were alone and deep in the garden when I said
"I know who you are" Then your name
You were not surprised, yet you were
You gave the expression I thought you would
I'm not sure how to describe it
I wondered then, would you kill me?
It was foolish to say your name and talk to you
Curiosity killed the cat
We proceed to walk some more
I asked where you were taking me
You just smiled that mysterious smile
You led me to a private place
True, there were people
But they were far away
We were in the back
A screen in the front
Nobody saw us
You touched my cheek
With the back of your finger
Like a lover would do
I felt a surge of electricity rush through my body
And I thought
"This is better then any dream"
We talked for as long as I can remember
The screen turned on
We watched
It ended and when we were leaving
I realized I had forgotten something
I told you
You looked at me kindly
I offered to leave it there
You, ever the gentleman, offered to retrieve it
We went back for it together
I saw a person I knew
I introduced you; glad he did not recognize you
I had been worried he would
And you would be taken away
I then asked for what I had forgotten
He gave it to me
And we exited
Stepping into the soil
I woke up
I could still feel your touch upon my cheek
True, "This is better than any dream".
Man do I love this poem :Hugs poem:. You know the drill people, R&R!