Dreaming

I lay me down to sleep
to dream of worlds of electric sheep.
Slowly I drift into the deep
deep arms of such a sleep.
I dream, I do, but not of sheep
for my dreams are filled
with another soul.
She stands before me and I weep
for she is beautiful and I'm not.
She protests it isn't so
but the lady protests too much you know.
And I stand and swirl with her in my arms
dreaming of the far off stars
Where love is true and time stands still
and life is filled with a bright display
of hugs, kisses and cuddles.
Alas for me it is time to wake
and begin anew a brand new day.
When I my eyes go from shut to open
and I wonder who this lies here unspoken.
I lay and stare at her
smooth skin, softly curved, rises in time
with her breathing. I watch softly, carefully
treasuring this moment, and I wonder:
Is it of the sheep she dreams?
And I wish it wasn't so.


A quick bit of poetry. Rather bad, but then again, I just woke up. 8) Why do I publish this shit? Oh well. Consider it avant garde rather than lazy when I switched from rhyming to no rhyming. =D

I feel: ^_^ Happy!