Keith Westley Combs- A Poem

in sleep.

she cried out
as she slept
a pleasant voice
caressing my name
with her solemn tongue.
I smiled
proud to be held
in the ecstasy
she created in a dream
a unconscious revelation
all too real
and as I watched her
for that moment
I believed again
in life
in love
in the possibility
that my world would never be
so cold.