Sweet dreams of love
Living in the euphoria of the warm embrace of another,
Almost Irresistible
To those addicted to sweetness.
I’m glad I once touched such tasty moments
At the time I would have liked it to be forever
Except there followed
The return to the reality of living’s effort.
Passion is something that passes
Like hunger after eating
It is real in its moment
And then it moves from the dream
Carried into the next as the clock of reality
Takes in another breath in its continuum of flowing,
Fading and lost in the new
Like one season passing into the next.
And yet remembering never gets lost
Except to distractions
Shadowing the past’s brightness
Fading like the colors of fall
In the reality of cold
Reminding us of another time in existence
And the continuing growth of our becoming
Where we rise up beyond passion
To find a deeper essence and meaning
In the respect of what knowing becomes
In the character of another’s sharing
In the reality of love’s caring.
Like a perfume sending its essence
Beyond the beauty of fragrance’s embrace.