If I Sleep



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You will never be mine

In subtle caress and whispered tones

Those smiling eyes with depths unknown

Tangerine cheeks that beg the kiss

Full rubied lips that hint of bliss

Or lilting words from thoughts unkept

That speak my name with loving breath

The honeyed taste the coats the tongue

The beating of our hearts as one

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You are just a dream divine

A silent wish from this lonely heart

The tragic horse before the cart

Your portrait remains but faceless

An elusive, shimmering oasis

A thing of beauty from ancient lore

Professed by every poet of yore

And the worst of it, it seems

You exist, only in my dreams

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If it is my company that you keep

Please don’t wake me if I sleep

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Comments
25 Responses to “If I Sleep”
  1. beth says:

    another great reason to sleep in -)

  2. KK says:

    Wow! Great lines, I can relateπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

  3. sudrakarma says:

    These days I depend on my compensatory dreams to rouse my body and spirit.

  4. skipread says:

    Deep yet beautiful. Kudos to you!

  5. Jim Borden says:

    sounds like you found the girl of your dreams πŸ™‚

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    Oh Brad, this is divine – I love this piece, it is my favorite of your romantic pieces! They are all so good but this piece is framed in a museum, put to music, or – my emotions the first time I saw the Nutcracker, my first ballet. BRAVO my friend. Sending buckets of love and hugs, Jonikens

  7. petespringerauthor says:

    I never seem to have dreams like this. Lots of times they are rather nonsensical. I’d be an interesting case study for some psychologist.

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