Wishing They Were True

Wishing They Were True

Music playing a soft tune

Turned down low so I can think

Thoughts of you

Still rumbling through my head

Flowers, sweets and loneliness

Feelings flow, won’t sleep a wink

Memories of cuddling

With you in my bed

Stars playing under the moon

Turned down low to let me be

Alone with my demons

Here without you

Somewhere on a warm beach

Making love next to the sea

Are all my dreams

Wishing they were true

© 2/6/2003, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry