The Dream

I lie asleep,
Then hearing a familiar voice telling me to get up,
I slowly open my eyes,
When my eyes have adjusted,
To the morning light,
I see the girl I love with all my heart,
Staring down at me smiling,

She bends down whispers,
The sweet words of Ich Leibe Dich, into my ears,
The language of love for her and I,
People call it German; we call it our own,
I slowly get up and hold her outreached hands,
And smile sweetly as I look at her,

I lay back down,
Nothing else said,
She smiles and says Guten Morgen and gives me a kiss,
On my forehead,
She slowly gets into the bed,

Then I wake up!

© 2005 – 2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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