Many nights awake I feel the loneliness Waiting for the slumbering sands, To drift in the pleasures of the twilight land In search of a girl with fire red strands Through wisps of rhyme, locked in the corridors of my mind That chaotic land I grasp to touch her hand A frantic kiss, and fantasy of bliss My sleep is blessed with her soft caress But soon comes the morning to end my sweet dreams.
James Parker Haley Feb 15, 2000
[This message has been edited by Haleyja (edited 02-16-2000).]
Dreams, dreams, those wonderful dreams! We write of dreams and wants and desires in here... Leaves a girl wanting for the sandman a little too often! I believe your "dream" to be expressed rather well.
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