Poetry of the Tides

Edge of Dreams

I hear your whispers on the edges of dreams.

The stillness of the mind has been scattered.

And it lulls me to comfort.

The taste of strawberries is fresh on my lips.

I remember your bittersweet kisses.

They say I am only interest in the risks

That one day I will not be able to escape the magic man.

(I will be enchanted, and I will never want to leave.)

But another fear of an impending doom comes quickly. . .

I gasp out your name in longing and in burning desire.

I want you in each tortuous hour more and more.

I feel you in my thoughts.

I need you.

Enchanted I will need to remain.

You, my love, set me free.

You call upon me in my wildest fantasies.

(You call and you set me free.)

Here I will wait.

Here I wait.

I miss the danger and the excitement.

I had to risk it.

You make me feel alive!

But the hour is growing late!

They say I have to be worried

That one day you will not spare me.

Yet with all the pain, I find pleasure.

So I call your name.

I need you.

Enchanted I will remain.

I feel you in my thoughts.

I relinquish to you.

From you I will not stray.

I cannot hide.

You set me free.

You call to me in my wildest dreams.

I fear you not.