My Dream

My dream is slowly drifting near, then
stands still, aloof hanging like a pear
let me touch as it nears
let me indulge in its thousand flavours
and sleep in her realm for a thousand years

in all my tears, through all those fears
it is this dream I will savour
The beat in my chess enclosed that dream
keepin me alive - only to dream again.

copyright (c) 2012

poem by Godfrey Morris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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