Sweet Dreams

‘Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’
Birds singing in the sycamore trees…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.’ – Louis Armstrong

A faceless stranger…
He comes at night
Holds close into the dawn
And kisses in morning sunlight.

A mystery dreamer…
He whispers sweet-nothings
Brings song to melody
Sweet serenity.

An unknown keeper…
He appears in fidelity
His eyes tender
His touch surrenders.

A silent phantom…
His passion sensitive
His subtle obsession
Subliminal yet empowering.

An oblivious soul…
Dancing amidst wistful clouds
To a soothing rhapsody
Upon heavenly providence.

‘Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!’ - Stephen Foster