Waking Dream

Waking Dream

Looking at the cloudless sky, filled with stars
I feel so like I'm flying and strange sometimes,

We live in different times, 
Different worlds,

Yet you and I meet, 
Alone in our secret place
A mystical, magical, peaceful place,
Where, flowers smell so sweet,

Where we dance and, dance, all night long,
Until the misty morning daylight,

Looking at the cloudless sky, filled with stars,
I hear the roar! of a sports car,

Only a dream.

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman