The Edge Of Dreaming.....

On the edge of dreaming
When the brain lets go
When it stops its scheming
And the blood runs slow

Then the heart speaks clearly
Of the things it knows
Things it bought so dearly
At the evening's close

Will the wine keep flowing
When the kissing stops?
Will the love keep growing
When the blossom drops?

In the clear light's dawning
On the edge of day
Dare we tell the morning
What the heart can't say?

Sherry

The Hero of my Dreams.....

You come to me in my time of need.
Comfort me and let me weep,
for a love that is lost.

It is with you, that I escape
the realities of my world.
To a place where . . .
thoughts are deep,
life has meaning,
and love is eternal.

I wake in a foggy daze and sometimes
I laugh at my foolishness.
Most times I cry wondering . . .
Why couldn't we have met at
another time or place?

Where dreams of a love that is pure
and true could have been
fulfilled.

So my hero . . .
I close my eyes to sleep,
hoping to dream, so that
I can be with you
once again . . .
Sherry