When I can feel the texture
of the scent of roses…
Sense the velvet caress
Of the fog’s vaporous touch
Feel the sonorous
voice of Elvis
the velvet-like timbre
That I loved so much
When I can feel the warmth
From brown eyes that look into mine
And hear unspoken whispers…
And taste unsipped wine
When I can talk to the raven
And he… speak to me…
His words will be graven
In my heart… eternally
When I can hear the grass growing
When I can taste…fairy dust
And hear the hiss of rainbows
And know the sound of trust
If I can experience just one of these
And know also… all is not what it seems
I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing
And know I’m walking in my dreams
David Whalen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-walking-2/
