Saturday, January 5, 2013

Memories and Dreams


I want sleep but it will not come

Oh, sweet bliss that would take me away

Far away from my bed and home.

For in this place I would rather not stay

But travel on dreams of the sun.


In dreams there is joy and escape 

Whilst I am awake there is none of this.

I think of memories of days past

Think of the last time I felt that kiss

Oh, to be back there again.


Time was no worry when I was with you and

Sweet were the days of endless pleasure,

Days spent with you on the sand.

Afternoons filled with glorious leisure,

A beach that only we shared. 

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