I dreamt of a
glistening stream,
and hands to make
an angel blush.
Speak no words to me,
the stars are within your eyes.
A fantasy of the bedroom,
or the one to bring me
a sky at twilight?
Let me hear your voice tonight
I dreamt of a
glistening stream,
and hands to make
an angel blush.
Speak no words to me,
the stars are within your eyes.
A fantasy of the bedroom,
or the one to bring me
a sky at twilight?
A Wandering Poet 