Can it be so easy,
To read this soul of mine,
The words I see encompass,
The dreams my heart entwines.

The vision opened to my eye,
Filled me with such awe.
Plucked directly from my mind,
As it opened there, I saw

This lonely cottage on the hill,
Wherein my dreams belong.
A simple, quiet, peaceful place,
The air filled with birdsong.

Inside this quiet, lonely place,
I see a studious, lonely soul.
And tears stream slowly down my face,
As my emotions lose control.

To see the image of my dreams,
Portrayed in such detail.
Stole my breath, and then my soul,
I feared my heart would fail.

The sun, I saw through windows shine,
Break through that dusty gloom.
Could not outshine the smile I had,
For the one held in that room.

As I looked closely into eyes
That shone with light so fierce.
I saw a yearning so intense,
Into my heart it pierced.

And so I whispered gently,
From deep within my soul,
Words understood by passions
There caged within that gaol.

Of warmth and hope and many things,
That wait for all who yearn.
No life is ever wasted,
It merely waits to take its turn.

So I sit quietly by your side,
Again the storm begins to rage.
I smile once more as again you write,
Your words upon the page.
 
© KarenWood