Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

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The little frog sings from his place
along the sluggish stream,
his hopeful voice a beacon
in the fading evening light.

I understand his yearning
as he sings into my dream
of you there in the desert sands,
in starshine silverbright.

His song carries me to you
Across the midnight realm.
I settle down before you.
My heart stirs with the sight.

Your BDU's are crumpled
And stubble lines your jaw.
Your eyes are hard and searching.
You hug yourself so tight.

I reach my hand to touch you.
You close your eyes and smile
as though you feel my fingers
in the desert breeze so slight.

You wrap me in your empty arms
and cradle me back home
with candles glowing amber
on sheets, bright summer white.

Your cheek is smooth, your brow unlined.
Your hands are strong and firm.
They touch me to my very core
And give my heart delight.

The crickets seranade us
in your dream and in mine
and martens wheel above us
in never ending flight.

We share our lovely dream-time
a universe away
from loneliness and heartache
and battle's you must fight.

Sadly even this sweet dream
Must fade as morning builds
Her kingdom, and the rising sun
Destroys the weakened night.

I'll live my day as always
until the sunset's glow
brings promises of touches
in dreams so good and right.

Posted by Mamamontezz at August 4, 2004 05:50 PM