...the touch of a dream...

The dark tresses that caress your face,
As you peacefully sleep,
Your head on my arm,
And I fondly caress you

I wish I could see you sleep,
And watch you wake up in the morning,
With the look of a new day on your face,
And the bright sunshine in your eyes,
And watch you stretch and turn in your sheets,
As you give me a morning hug.

But it all seemed like a transient dream,
Like the reminiscent smell of your perfume;
A lone hair on the sheets.. like a dark tendril,
And the butterfly wing eye-lashes;