I kiss your thoughts good morning,
by Ruby Q=Petersen
Your voice held me throught the night.
Sometimes I confuse you with God,
Knowing that's really not right.
You are my memories of
Father, husband, brother;
Yet my fantasies crumble
One after another.
They parade through my dreams
Each wearing your face;
Through a fog of soft music
You stand in their place.
I beam with pride at your sincerity,
Your studied courtesy is a wall;
I'm sure you're ninety percent God
Or I couldn't believe you at all.
My fantasies now
Are worn very thin,
Please open your heart
Please let me in.
Thank you for touching my life.