In my deepest sleep I am weaving a dream.
I am sewing the hopes of a future scheme.
I hem an embrace for my lover and I
That never unravels through hurt or lie.
In my deepest dream I am making a day
For my lover and I, which is never grey.
I embroider the sky in cornflower blue,
Then I knit us a house with a country view.
In my deepest repose I begin to stitch
A castle of joy in which we will feel rich
I am making a day like has never been,
With my lover and I as the central theme.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-a-day-2/
