Only a breathing
and dreaming day
and I'm breaming
for all I am, do
nothing else for
a moment or four
thinking of you.
Dreaming of you,
breathing you in
hard to believe,
this is'nt a sin
yet, I know sure
as rainfalls now
you are my mine.
When night bring
me a cold winter
to make mornings
frost be thicker
am wishing for I
will be breaming
you by my night.

Comments
MistakenMagic | November 15, 2010 - 17:02
'breaming' - love your word, Kahdai! A wonderful poem you have here ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 15, 2010 - 17:03
I was just going to say the same thing, and Magic pipped me to the post;-)
Tina xx
Kahdai | November 15, 2010 - 17:30
:) thankyou both ^^ xxx
Highhat | November 15, 2010 - 19:09
Yes it is a very good poem with a wonderful new word. Well done Kahdai
;)Pia
Larkin Williamson | November 16, 2010 - 02:36
Very well done...I too love,"Breaming." :)
shoe | November 16, 2010 - 18:44
A breathing, dreaming day - lovely, like the cold winter ending too.
Kahdai | November 16, 2010 - 20:35
Wow thankyou all! ^^ I actually found out after its to do with fishing and a hull/keel cleaning method ..' oops, glad it made sense anyway K xxx
Kahdai | November 16, 2010 - 20:38
Thanks lovely comment shoe :)