Waiting Slow

I hope tonight that i will dream of you and i beside a stream
of slow cool water, wide and deep, where you and i, lie calm, asleep.

In my dream our fingers twine, mine in yours and yours in mine;
while floating blossoms pass us by, our cares all leave us, sorrows fly.

Deep rest and calm, all hurry cease, while lovers, we, dream on in peace
of levels deeper than we knew, could be explored by any two.

Our fingers joined, disguise the truth, hidden from the average sleuth
that while we lie, our hands entwined, we each possess a separate mind.

Your dreams are yours, hard won and dear,
mine no less mine, this much is clear.

Can two so different coexist, in balanced love, must they resist
their need for quiet, space and time, alone to think, to feel sublime
calmness and stillness at the core, when all the senses beg for more?

Stately and grand the stream does run, while dreams of joyful life are spun.
Washed free of shame and guilt and blame, our waking life could be the same.

The future is not ours to see, what will occur is what will be,
but each sweet moment spent with you, brings to my face, a smile anew.