pink

do dreams speak of desires, unexpressed?

my dreams are filled with pink and lace

are they really windows into the heart?

my dreams say more than i could ever speak

the soft velvety feel of a rose petal on my cheek

the sweet caress of love on my soul

dancing to the soft music in the wind

swaying to the rythm that beats deep within

a slow, intimate dance under the moon's gentle glow

i am afraid my dream will end with the sunrise

i am afraid of being alone and as cold as ice,

afraid that my pink fairytale will fade away.

but the pink of dusk, the colour of my roses

does not disappear, all is not lost

dawn's here and it fills me with hope

there is pink in everything...