My Dream

So once again, there you are, sitting, smiling, laughing.
Looking up, the nightly stars, relaxing, staring, dreaming.
Wishing I could fall inside, deep into your slumber.
Knowing this may only last, and pass quickly with the summer.

I hesitate, but step I do, and oh the grass is wet.
My feet patter across the ground, closer til were met.
Our eyes would come, and dance they would.
....Mingaling as lovers should.

And in the moment, time was ours, it would stand forever
Laying together on the grass, we made a bond, that would not sever
Held together, not with twine, and never love with thread
Kept our love, we had decied, up to the moment of our death.

So I gave you this ring, one of plain, but it was of gold.
And a story of our love, that shall forever be told.
But lieing in the grass I had come to think.
Did this really happen, or was it just my dream?

This poem is the property of Matthew S. Steele