I Met You in My Dreams

I met you in my dreams
teen REM illumined by
moonlight tinged with silver
you came
I was caught up in your
country boy feel lulled into an
Alabama song slow
dancing close
no dizzying merengue my hair
swept up in a ponytail
flannel and worn jeans
pretense none
the feel of smooth pine
underfoot and your saddle
leather scent mixed with NC
creek waterfalls your eyes
cascading over 
me your
voice a deep rumbling

brook words tumbling about in
your shyness
I met you in my dreams
teen REM illumined by
moonlight tinged with silver
you came

©  Pamela A. Rossow

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15 thoughts on “I Met You in My Dreams

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  2. “the feel of smooth pine

    underfoot and your saddle

    leather scent hair washed in NC

    creek water.

    Oh, I do love the concrete images in this poem. I felt as though I were there, smells, feeling the floor under my feet.

    This is wonderful!

    Merry Christmas……….cj

  3. what a lovely contribution to poetry potluck.
    Glad to have you share your talent.
    dreams are cool,
    A++
    have fun visiting some other entries, go backward starting from your own, thanks for the support.

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