Recurring Dream [new sonnet]
“What pleases you?”, she said, her voice aglow.
(Her arms were smiling, and her eyes were too).
ME: “Gentleness and quiet strength which flow
my way, and warmth, are what I love from you”.
“What pleases you?”, said I. At which her face
lit up, as she [a happy soul], laughed loud
and answered me, “Just fill my life with grace,
your mighty words wrapped round me like a cloud”.
How easy are such longings to fulfil
when simple wishes reign and egos fade.
As easily as ink flows from this quill,
when two souls walk their pathway unafraid.
Then I awoke, for it was just a dream
I often have with this recurrent theme.
© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2021
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