You bathe me in the moving waters,
releasing all of my inhibitions.
You carry me to the top of mountains
using pedestals as steps.

You open me with tender hands
as if I were a gift from Heaven.
Together we float down rivers
as the bald eagles soar above.

When we dance on the sand
with only the moon and stars for light,
You hold me close with strong arms
And my body surrenders.

But you are merely a faceless apparition
I wait for in my world.
If the day comes, my body will
know the second you touch me.

Until then you’ll remain in my dreams;
the illusion I created.
With thoughts of you, sleep takes my soul
to where it longs to be.

Very nice

we all create illusions...the trick is to find a
reality worth fighting for


nice write

welcome to the writing section of the site
keep posting and enjoy yourself

Thanks. I like the illusion much better.:)