Terry Collett - Morning Sky

The morning sky <br />was one of those <br /> <br />cold January mornings <br />with redness <br /> <br />up there <br />amongst <br /> <br />the off white clouds <br />and she said <br /> <br />I dreamt of you last night <br />And you came into my room <br /> <br />and into my warm bed <br />and even my sister <br /> <br />didn't know <br />you were there <br /> <br />and you said <br />I dreamt <br /> <br />of Marilyn Monroe <br />and entered <br /> <br />into her room <br />and tried to get <br /> <br />into her bed <br />but I didn’t want <br /> <br />to disturb her sleep <br />so just sat <br /> <br />and watched her <br />like studying some <br /> <br />fine work of art <br />then I woke up <br /> <br />to a cold morning <br />and she said <br /> <br />you were better off <br />in my dream <br /> <br />where we kissed <br />and cuddled <br /> <br /> but then <br />my sister woke me <br /> <br />and you disappeared <br />into the cold morning air <br /> <br />and you said <br />yes I remember <br /> <br />I dreamt <br />of being there.<br /><br />Terry Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-sky-2/