Longinus

Honest men have honest dreams, or so they say.
I dream not of power or even wisdom
and scarcely do I find myself
lost in visions of wealth.
No, when I dream,
I dream of you.
I dream of an emerald valley
and in this valley bloom wild sunflowers,
their radiant golden petals dancing in the breeze,
and on this breeze dance you
and I.
Your kiss ,
like morning dew and eyes,
like summer sage
yes,
honest men have honest dreams
and I dream of you,
honestly.

~LT

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s