My Dream

His dark brown eyes remind me of sweet cinnamon on a cold
New York night
His heavy brown hair shimmered with wings of silver
Strong arms warp about me like a warm blanket of Friendship
Within his hard plains of his chest beats a heart of golden tenderness
At night I ache for my man in casted shadows
His smiles are wickedly sexy as his mischief, brown eyes sparkle before they blink
...suggestively at me!
O how I LOVE IT,
So much attention for me without asking
What heaven am I floating...
So many good time we had
The Future is unclear
Yet I know nothing is
FOREVER
But I like to dream we are

~October 19, 1998
L. M. Acton

Doubt Not

"Be true to yourself, you remind me when I was filled with such doubt your showed me again how strong I am. Thank you, my girlfriend. Peace go with you."

To: Shelly May, a good friend
~September 21, 1999

His Dark Eyes

Falling, falling deep into his dark eyes
each time our eyes meet--locked in endless time
I wonder...how you are...
Can he see how I care, how I hurt when he turns away without a thought
I think about him each morn I wake and just before I sleep at night
Dreaming of how it would feel to sleep in his tender arms and to be safe once again
Falling, crashing to the ground like an Angel with a broken wing...wondering how to reach the bright lovely star again
Or if he was conjured in my Dreams and cruelly taken from me as the Dawn of a New Day chases away the lingering shadows of the Night.

~May 9, 2002
L.M. Acton