I have written many poems and published two books. Sometimes I write a poem and just lay it down and forget about it. I don’t know when or why I wrote this poem but my daughter found it in a stack of unfinished poems I had written. She said “it’s one of your best why is it in that stack”? I guess I should go back to the stack and find another gem like this one. Here’s flowers from a dream.
Flowers from a dream
A warm summer breeze
blew the fragrance of a rose
through my bedroom window
As I laid across my bed
In the midst of an amorous dream
I can be anything I want to be
In a dream. Anything from the
World’s greatest lover to a man
Standing seven feet tall. Or I be
A bird flying back to the nest
Between the rain drops on a rainy day.
In this dream I’m standing
In a field of roses. These roses
Are of different colors
I decided to pick a few to give
To my love
I watched as some of the rose petals
Fell towards the ground and swirled
Un the warm summer breeze that blew
Their fragrance through
My bedroom window.
I looked to the sky to see the
Source of the wind and there were
Angels above moving their wings
I felt like a child frolicking in a field
Of roses in heaven.
Suddenly I heard the racing of a rapid pulse
I opened my eyes and saw my love standing
Over me with a heavenly smile on her face
Welcoming me back to the real world of amour
The world were love is not a fantasy
But as real as the rain clouds
That makes the flowers grow.
She then said “thank you for the flowers”.
I looked in my hand and there
They were,the roses I picked for
Her in my dream. I then began to
Recite a poem for her.
You are my love and my deepest desire
Here are some flowers for you from a dream that you inspired
I see you in the light and in the dark
My love is always ready, when you provide the spark
I use to think that pursuing you, would soon just get old
But now I’ve unlocked your love cause I have the secret code
I know you like pretty roses and flowers
I defer to you because you have all the power
Lifting my spirits and putting a smile in my heart
Kissing me at the end of the day is always the best part
Here’s some flowers from a dream, I picked just for you
If I can make you happy, then I’ll be happy too.
Copy right Ronald Salter