Out of the dark mist there came a man,
carrying a bouquet of dreams within his arms.
No ordinary man he was to me, far past his twenty and one,
where desires are ageless and never too young.
Colors of the rainbow were his words,
when he spoke to me without a sound... this man.

I tried to speak, my words mere tears,
he knew of longing, hopes and fears.
He would not listen and to my lips he placed,
a flowered dream from his bouquet,
and brushed away my tears the same.
The petals wet, he kissed the drops so sweetly... this man.

From far away, into my eyes he deeply gazed,
and released on a cloud that which he dared to touch.
He knew me more than I myself.
Walking the surf, hand in hand, yet worlds apart,
sharing the sunrise, embracing the sunset.
The ocean blending our footprints, mine and... this man.

Hold tight to your dreams, he whispered to me,
I held fast the flower and drank of his smile.
I wanted to dream, to dream of his dreams,
to feel his soft breath like the late evening breeze.
So days upon days and weeks upon weeks,
I wait with my dreams till I meet... this man.

BY: Tina Nasseef

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