Texas Poetry

Courtesy Diviantart

In the dream

I felt I was truly loved.

I did not know who she was.

A nagging thought

said we had known each other

in another time and place.

She was young.

I was also a young man again.

She was beautiful.

She kept on kissing me.

They were deep kisses of passion.

I had not felt like that

in a long, long time.

It was a gift from my youth.

It was truly

a beautiful dream.