Willow Poetry

Enchanted Dream

Carry me, My Beloved,
To the threshold of dreams
Lie me down in the meadow of rest
There, in the midst of wonder
Were ideas form

Never has there been a greater light
Shining bright there on the path
Bring me far Beloved
I may need you to carry me

My heart is open
Anticipation
To know the journey
My soul is yearning

My mind laments its eerie shadow
Mistaken for pitfalls
Not knowing
It is but a mere shelter

Last I dreamt
We were sitting so near
Enclosed in the cocoon of your embrace
Enchantment awakening me

Weightlessness
With you in my heart
Nothing can divert me
Safe in your embrace

Hélène Vaillant © Poetry