Sweet Dreams

In the quiet solitude with only myself and my thoughts they drift to you, like leaves twisting in glee as they dance with the breeze or raindrops that found there window panes with a pitter pattering . In the echoes  of silence I hear you as if a pin dropped and you burst into a reverberating sound at the back of my mind and sliding with a beat to the crevices of just between my breast bone . I feel the ache of wanting but not knowing how to take as the day breaks .

In the darkness and security of not being seen the night wraps around me as a cosy blanket and I see you when I close my eyes in surrender and I meet you me there as before. I see your smile, and your joie de vivre . If you only could take a peek inside my mind’s eye, you would see yourself etched there. Resplendent a permanent picture that I would like to hang on my bedrooms wall just as I see you not filtered through a lens but through my feelings  . It is a breathtaking piece of art a masterpiece.

For now, though you are my secret locked up In my old Holly hobby diary inked keep out on the front and a haphazardly drawn heart by your name . Before I declare what my breakfast was or my dinner or how I wish I wasn’t so afraid of love . It is almost a sin but I am not the sinning type and I lock my diary with its key and hide it . Deep in the realms of what sweet dreams were made for .