A Night of Dreams

Will I ever know the joy of
waking by your side,
refreshhed, revived from
what we did the night
before.
A meal with wine,
conversation with cognac,
that smile, a touching of
hands, a beginning,
the delicate prelude to a
concerto of passion, then,
the crescendo prefacing
the rousing final
moveement.
The storm before the lull, a
return to a gentile caress
another glass of wine, a
single cigarette, more
conversation,
all leading to a reprise of
the previous hour
before sleep demands to
replace excitement.
Who would wake first to
lay in silent thought,
or would excitement return,
a gentle arousal by word
and deed,
a touching homage to each
other,
the Symphony Orchestra
replaced by Easy Listening,
listening to cries of delight
as Nature takes its
course,again.
As I lay alone I wonder, did
your thoughts ever mirror
mine?
What would that night have
told us?
Sadly, what is in the mind
remains in the mind,
the past cannot cannot be
changed,
the inevitable becomes the
present.
Each future will remain
unknown to the other
and we will never know the
joy of waking siide by side.
- adopted