My Emerald Dreams

At dawn, the rain falls down while whispering about your oval silence, that silence breaking my emerald dreams. My dreams are like those Clearview shields with rising bubbles and flutes of the Renaissance. Our breathing stones keep our kisses coming down onto the petals, those petals of the sweet, wet flowers of lemon being more yellow than the sun. Our subconscious thoughts are like flying doves in search for their freedom in the unlimited horizon... With a watering left eye, you are thinking of me. At the lowly altar, you allow the door to be left open. I feel that the growing sun is quite cool while going into a quiet period. I understand your passion for flame trying to milk it - drink from it-deeply, trying to feel its flow between lips and hair... The light is moving from the middle of the top self- fashioning its movement to the bottom as well... We feel the blazing of an inner sun draining its light inside each other. We become two moons shining in this sun.... Hands passing of time With your smile... With dedication... Is It Poetry? Yes, it is...... <a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CWTKJ_PR5YY_1R3AG' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected'><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='Copyright Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a>