Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

The beauty of septuple silence strolls,
Dither the serenity of wisdom befalls,
As we chase the horizon for undaunted resolve,
The twilight splendor beams upon her face, stands tall.

For a pale daze conceive a beauty within,
Intense doubt perturb within thy heart seen,
Now upon thy perturb self, a tranquil;
A liberty desired oft

Drape thy confuse hither,
Wander on the isle beneath a dew,
A serene comfort rest,
In thy eyes, I find a solace vest.

A poise in which thee solace...

Sweet dreams!

--End--

(inspired by- dreams and 'Fur Anna' by Richard Clayderman)