Visions of never ending dreams

Visions of Never Ending Dreams

Nestling in the arms of a lover,
sunlight catching the crystals
in the far off window
sending forth rainbow dancers
across the prisms of floating dust.
Sweet music softly playing,
maybe an old forty five
from gramophone days,
slow and dreamy notes of echoes past.
Laying together on the patchwork quilt,
listening to forever's,
searching each others souls
for eternity's essence.
Poetry books open
at musty old pages
where masters penned their muse.
Ticking of the clock
that pulsates along side
a heart beat of memories.
Gentle touches enticing visions,
love was their best friend
and love was their enemy,
but on this day of dream light phase
nothing else mattered,
their eyes said it all,
body language mimicked paradise,
as the whole room
rang with the sounds
of everlasting love.

Copyright Karen Canning