Dreamy

Gentle hair tangled in bed sheets,

messy with the morning light.

It pains to wake, a breeze to pass

as the windowpane sits high,

Gleaming eyes, supple wrists,

time to stand by.

If I ever wanted more time,

I'd never understand why.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Ah... one of my fav. poetry. Yeah, even every infatuated or "Dreamy" soul .. has its own visions to look through the shades of love-life.. love's what that brings rejoice to hearts'. So yeah, the heart's always longed to have it more & more, no matter what, but the ruthless time... never get to be stopped not even for a while so I guess, you here put a very great and magnificently poetic questions: "If I ever wanted more time, I'd never understand why". Excellent.. what a beautiful imagery you painted on words! Enjoyed reading your work!

[Kristine Ferg]

Thank you, once again!