Poetry by Jeff Green


Shared dreams

by cricketjeff on June 13, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

It’s twenty past the small hours of the morning
And I should be asleep inside my bed
Not waiting for the birds to sing a warning
The sun is on his way and stars have fled

I want to let my fingers go exploring
The contours of your warm inviting skin
And feel your breathing urgently imploring
My dreams to find expression deep within

Are you awake and dreaming of a lover
And if you are I hope that he is me
I hope your dreams find me beneath your cover
Attempting to bring you to ecstasy

On nights like these at times it almost seems
Reality should be replaced by dreams