Blissful Dreams

catch me dear
I'm falling,
but your arms would be
soft landing,
your strong, warm
hands unfailing,
to cradle me back to sleep.
and in my dreams you'll
hold me,
your whipers will float
and carry,
your lips so soft
caress me,
your heart where I call home.
And as I wake I
find you,
into my arms I
bind you,
and to my soul I
guide you,
as we drift back off to sleep.