LaRose

Sweet Dreams

In the gentle calmed arustle,
As I drift away to sleep
I seek a refuge for my love,
Holding wishes, my soul it keeps

My thoughts calm to a walk,
Slowing their endless pace
And through this gray mist,
I see the wonder of your face

The wave of your soft hand,
Sweeps away the fog of my mind
As you walk slowly to me,
In these moments of time

Your sweet lips move so softly,
As ever close to me you seem
You whisper “Good night dear,
I am here in your sweet dreams