Private Dreams At Night by ShyHeart

Covered by the shelter, you pull over, your head
Tired and worn, another day, you have born, a lone
A quiet time, traced by the tenderness, of your dreams
As you sleep, you call to me, as a whisper, from a dream

Within your sleep, once again, I am born, as the night before
With the softness of your heart, breathing, privately, you
Give me life, while you sleep, you allow me, to touch your heart
For you are weak, just the strength of your heart, brings, me to you

As you sleep, I come to you, softly as a child would dream
You allow me, to be with you, once more and share a private night
The streets so, far away, the city lights, growing dim, we are a lone
You and I, though, I be just a dream, sharing the shelter, of another night

With my poet’s pen, I write my love for you, upon the world
And as it spins, there is no end, of my love for you, like a dream
My love and touch, as you allow, every night, I’m there, with you
Underneath your covers, I see the brightest, of all lights

You need me, though secretly, we do not speak of your need
I am the shadow of your dream, which I share with you
No one will ever know, until your passion screams,
Once again, in secrecy, I am more then, just a dream

More Then Just, Private Dreams At Night

barb (209.112.22.19) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 10:52 pm

very sweet
your words are so sensitive and romantic thanks for giving of yourself.

Martin Vann (4.244.87.165) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 11:13 pm

Not, my words, they came down from a higher place.
Barb,

I have realized, I can not write by myself. I either share a dream or feel the need to reply, to another's words, such as you write. What words my pen has to share, come not from myself, but from the tenderness of hearts, like yours. Your heart is the ink, that flows, from my pen. with out your words, my pen would be dry, as a heart, left to burn and dry, beneath, a sun with not heart.

MartinV

barb (209.112.22.19) -- Sunday, April 25 2004, 12:27 am

thank-you so much
if you are feeding me a line I love it whether you are serioup or not. it still makes me feel good thanks for your comments.

barb (209.112.22.19) -- Sunday, April 25 2004, 12:30 am

oops
serioup is suppose to be serious. Iit's hard to be serious when you read mistakes. :)))

Terrie* (65.148.215.182) -- Sunday, April 25 2004, 04:14 am

Martin,
Within the eyes of my heart,i can see what every other souls heart sees....that the man behind these words has a heart bigger than life and knows LOVE very well.. beautifully expressed...thank you for deeply sharin' a piece from your heart....

Terrie*

MartinV (4.244.171.91) -- Friday, May 14 2004, 06:34 pm

My heart is free, it my love, I keep close to me
Terrie,

My eyee only see, what my heart allows to be, and there are many visions, locked up, inside of me. Now and then, my pen sets them free.

Thank You,
MartinV

Tammy (66.38.4.242) -- Wednesday, June 30 2004, 10:25 am

Mr V.
Your writing holds beauty, passion, and love...I am truely speechless, this poem is breathtaking!!!

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