A DREAMING NIGHT
We rode the seven oceans in our dreaming,
the children of a land I'd hope to be,
an island made of love and smiles and caring,
sands washed in pleasure by this sea.
And my love would be there at my heart-side,
her lips would paint a rainbow in the sky,
her words would be the symphony I'm hearing,
and my own heart soaring far and high...
then every night I'd take her hand so gently,
would guide her down a mystic shining beach
and hold her when her frailty falters,
though nowhere in our hearts is out of reach...
Stay with me my darling, and for ever,
tonight we'll share a fairy sort of ride
and when reality shades our paradise at dawning
be there, angel, smiling by my side...
©Peter Rogerson 14.09.13