Dreams drift
in random ambiguity
not naming names
or pointing fingers,
showing little snips
of hope
a magic thing to cherish
through the day.
Sleep comes
and nighttime wraps itself around
the quiet dream
that slides in tonight
and every night
of eyes
that smile and kissing lips
that brush cheeks
oh so gently.
Midnight Clarity
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drift-of-dreams/
