Perchance To Dream

Unbroken hours,

Scented flowers,

Opiate to dreams.


Drifters meeting,

Welcome greeting,

Sparkling iris gleams.


A strange caress

On silken flesh

Heated pools of gold.


Amber coated honey

Sweet, in creamy

Hidden folds.


Dusty shower,

Eyelids lower,

Sparkles in the deep.


Wandered mind,

Some dreams to find

In hallowed, blessed sleep.



‘Cos no one wants to dream about vampires. I don’t think.

13 thoughts on “Perchance To Dream”

  1. What a beautiful lullaby of a poem. A perfect read right before bedtime…except that I won’t be going to sleep for 7 or 8 more hours…


    1. Now, I’ve had a look and I do recognise he’s good looking. But he just doesn’t do it for me, I’m afraid. Maybe I’d have to see him in action, so to speak. A bit of onscreen charisma. I’ve never seen True Blood. Anyway, probably just as well, I wouldn’t want to be unfaithful to Hugh Jackman. One crush at a time methinks. 🙂 x


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