Poems about dream - (1) Softly Speaks Our Dream

(1) Softly Speaks Our Dream - Poem by Sailing to windward

We stretch out warm before another embered fire,
long gone; that summer mounded soft with wanton eyes.
Replaced in guise with furrows, grey hair and winter skies
but yet those embers glow, smoulder and burn desire

Too worn to giggle and play chase up narrow stair,
we rise with elegant, slow measured pace, instead;
So we are not too tired on gaining our bed
to join in dreamy sleep and love, without a care.

Your voice, a drug which shoots straight to my eager heart,
softly speaks dreams, crackling, as vinyl plays our song.
With closing eyes at peace and thankful lives still strong;
our love, painted on mind's canvas, endures as art.