CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
While the trees are sleeping, I lie awake thinking of you.
I awoke from a dream full of champagne and lust between us two.
We twirled on designer floors and post up between decorative doors.
It was in the crevasses of the intricate hallways where your lion met my lioness.
This was not an ordinary dream for we traveled between worlds.
We bounced between the highs of heaven and the depths of hell.
I lie awake with an age old question of silence that is unique.
It is one where if the tree falls and no one is around does it make a sound.
The silence of the tree would be so beautiful like my dream
for it is locked inside a heart with a key.
It is only to bare witness to those who are brave enough to seek.
I lie awake thinking of you for a dream so powerful has pulled you through.
So I stare sending you love and feel it in return.
It comes in slow creeps, yet so powerful it burns.
Not enough to harm, but strong enough to stay.
While the trees are sleeping, we both lie awake.
Creative expression at MY finest.