Sleeping

When I see you lying next to me
in the shadows of early morn,
with moonlight shining on your skin
before the darkness turns to dawn.

I lie and watch you sleeping
and listen to your sighs,
while a breeze is gently blowing
to the haunting night bird’s cries.

The starlight twinkles on the leaves
as they dance upon the boughs,
to the tune of nature’s music
and the peace that it allows.

I can hear the crystal stream
as it trickles to the sea,
spreading life along its course
its life source is the key.

Before too long, there’s a golden glow
as the sun begins to rise,
the time has come for you to wake
and open your beautiful eyes.

The birds will sing, the sun will shine
as it warms the earth below
I’ll hold your hand and kiss your lips
and my love for you will flow.

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6 thoughts on “Sleeping

  • March 29, 2020 at 11:48 am
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    Hi there PD,

    I always like your poem and I think it is hard to write, I like the part, the time has come for you to wake and open your beautiful eyes the birds will sing, the sun will shine as it warms the earth below I’ll hold your hand and kiss your lips and my love for you will flow.

    Great job

    Champers

  • December 10, 2019 at 1:59 pm
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    Hi Poetry Dude

    I always find it too hard to write about romance and love, but you did a great work with this one. There are no mistakes and I enjoyed it.

    Ambot

  • August 31, 2019 at 1:02 pm
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    This poem is charming, as it provides readers with a journey towards the first morning kiss of a new day, the continued show of tenderness and affection, the theme of thanksgiving, as Nature unfolds the flower petals to greet the sunshine once again. The sun is millions of miles away, uncaring, unknowing, yet we care and we know, just how important it really is. It brings us new hope and it warms our hearts. Nature responds just like we do. Think of the snow that melts into water and becomes a stream somewhere else, or a waterfall somewhere else, or even water in the tap for that precious cup of coffee. Oh, yeah… I like this kind of poetry. But it does tend to make me a tad jealous as well…

  • August 11, 2019 at 12:45 am
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    That is a lovely romantic poem, Poetry Dude. I enjoyed the imagery of what was happening outside your window, the birds singing, the stream flowing, all brought incredible pictures to mind. And then the dawn breaks and the sun flows through the window and she awakens. Lovely.

    • August 11, 2019 at 4:20 pm
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      Thanks very much, Sandra. I’m so happy for you taking the time to read and review my poem in such a positive fashion.

      PD

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