I was there the night
she sang dreams,
watching quietly
when eternity answered
her call,
shadows kneeled in
reverence
and all sound
deferred to her voice.
She smelled of smiles
sensed in a dark room.
When dawn echoed
through the trees
life became a veil
dancing with the wind,
a whisper I could
taste as she brushed
my face.
I was there the night
she sang dreams.
.
.
Tonight at dVerse Victoria ask for a poem
which plays with mixed up senses.