Who is it you call
Who is it you feed the thoughts of
Who do you call love?
Who is it you dream of?
When the night falls dark
and your head hits the pillow..
And who is it you really want.
When love and lust are one to call…
The dream weaver’s of the night.
Smeared crafted colors in my mind.
That paint a picture of you.
Poems that leave me high dry.
When I think of you.
The image of your beauty;
Oh Dreamweavers of the night
Plant this seed in the brain i offer
Answer my call
Who is it that you love?
Do you dream as I do
When your head hits the pillow..