A Dream

By: Grisel Marian Cruz

And through the fields the lilies blow;
Gently kissed with a soft white glow;
A pale white moon and starlite sky;
Alone in the fields- he and I;

Through tall green grass and willow trees;
A soft wind blows, a gentle breeze;
We watch the river as it flows deep;
while making ripples with our feet;

I make a wish and close my eyes,
to stay here in my paradise;
to hold him close and not let go,
to let him know I love him so;

But as the sunrise fades to red,
I throw the cover from my bed;
Another night- the dream, the same-
his precious face without a name.