The Days of Dream
THE DAYS OF DREAM
These are the days of dream, don’t sink, don’t set
I tell the cold sun for you the time hasn't come yet
For I'll fly like a butterfly with motif of love on the wing
I’ll reach, I’ll touch you on the flowers where you sing.
These are the days of dream glowing in the dawn sky
I see the splinters of the golden sun in your eye
Your smile sparkles like the pearl of dew you know
I’m a blushing blade of grass in your flushing meadow.
These are the days of dream gleaming in twilight
The crimson clouds brush your face on their flight
Paint me in its color, make me a piece of loving art
I’m a blank canvas hiding long, lying in your heart.
These are the days of dream drenched in rain of summer
You dance like a dripping leaf in the rhythm of shower
From your deep dimple my love drips for you to sip
I’m a drop of rain trickling, trying to touch your lip.
These are the days of dream
I see you clear, I see you come
These are the days of dream
Let me sleep, let me sleep on your arm.
May 30, 2018.
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