Your dreams
come out to greet me
lure me
ever onward
through the distance
of this night
(& the cruell glinting cold)
Your dreams
escort me to
your sleeping form
still as silence
upon the snowdrift
of a pillow
where you dream
I awaken you with a kis
& it happens
...just as is.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-as-is/
