Sweet Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sweet Dreams Poem

Asleep, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Asleep, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Castles of Sand, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Castles of SandCastles of Sand, William Henry Margetson (1898)

Castles of Sand, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Walking to the seashore this cloudless day
Capturing warm white sand between my toes
Coming to hear what the waves have to say
Feeling salty scents that the south wind blows

Desiring of day dreaming sat me down
Casting my eyes over this vast domain
Being a new queen awaiting her crown
Wishing to provide a long love filled reign

Moving the sand, building a great castle
Towering rooms for my many children
Showing castle anything but banal
Missing yet is the most important one

Finding a king to help me I shall pray
Knowing tides will take this dream away

 

Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

DreamsFlaming June, Frederic Leighton (1895)

Dreams

The sun has risen but dream as you may
Leave labors of work for another day
Hope your dreams be filled with the thoughts of me
As the many nights my dreams be of you
Praying that all my dreams may soon come true
That you may know my love forever be

Affixed by your beauty am much beguiled
Cuddled as a kitten or little child
But the facts bear that you are a woman
Whose tender touch shall eagerly await
Knowing this desire for you shant abate
Hoping my love you are never to shun

 

Pleasant Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Pleasant DreamsPleasant Dreams, Emma Sandys (1876)

Pleasant Dreams

Holding thy love letter so tenderly
Closing my eyes so that thee I may see
Thou art here smiling majestically
Yet my heart aches for I’m not touching thee

Darkness has been my companion for hours
I have reread thy words less I forget
Those beautiful words of love that is ours
Under my pillow thy letter will set

Clutching my pillow as if it were true
My heart is not to be easily fooled
Thy scent on its pillowcase makes me blue
But touch thy letter desire refueled

Thy absence exciting thoughts can provide
Knowing that our hearts together are tied

 

What is Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

What is LoveStudy, at the Water’s Edge, Berthe Morisot (1864)

What is Love

Every waking moment thoughts are of you
Even into my dreams you softly creep
A feeling no eraser can undo
Tis you in this heart forever to keep

Matter not time of day I close these eyes
You are here with glow of a golden sun
To this heart you’ll always be a surprise
Exciting ways to keep this heart you’ve won

Your pulsing velvet breath upon my skin
Turns this heart into a foundry man’s fire
While my mind becomes lost in a tailspin
You build in me a volcanic desire

Oh what an amorphous life this would be
If there were not another day of we