I love the way the poem starts with direct address, Carol, short and sweet, as if I’ve been discovered in the act, and then those beautiful lines:
‘cheeks still glittering
with last night’s sand
and your head
so heavy in my palms
that I thought it a moon’.
Carol J Forrester 
“cheeks still glittering with last night’s sand”
I find that a remarkably romantic and visceral image.
Some sadly and others with relief!
Great use of language – dreaming of a dream.
such a gem of a poem you have written, a balance of sad and playful.
“cheeks still glittering
with last night’s sand”
love these lines!
Oh! so sad to end a dream:(
I love the way the poem starts with direct address, Carol, short and sweet, as if I’ve been discovered in the act, and then those beautiful lines:
‘cheeks still glittering
with last night’s sand
and your head
so heavy in my palms
that I thought it a moon’.
I like the thought of cheeks glittering with the dream.
This is like a tiny pocket of love.
This is lovely.
Some dreams do seem to end too quickly.
I adore the otherworldly dance of love and mystery in these words.