"The Dream" Poem by AB ~

I have previously flipped,
I have previous lingered,
Through the pages,
Previous fingered,
But this time was different,
And the words, filled my head,
With vivid pictures,
Of my book, as I read,
Then under the shade,
Of this old twisted tree,
Gently resting,
At it's knee,
I slipped into trance,
And fell in a heap,
My mind swept away,
I slipped into sleep,
I was standing alone,
Wind on my face,
Holding a feather,
In a distant place,
Sand under my sandles,
Water touching my toes,
The warmth of the sun,
As it shined on my nose,
I was watching the skyline,
As waves tossed at my feet,
Waiting for something,
Or someone to meet,
Then, I let loose the feather,
And it swept out to sea,
Just like my dreams,
Had taken me,
As I watch it go,
I bent to the sand,
And in the warm earth,
I wrote, with my hand,
As waves, consumed,
Whatever I wrote,
I saw what I thought,
Might be a boat,
I glimmer of silver ,
Were the sky meets the sea,
And in my dreams knew,
It was you, coming for me,
I woke from my dream,
As my heart gave a leap,
I called out your name,
As I rose from my sleep,
In my hand, was my book,
On my lap was a feather,
It was worn and aged,
By time and weather,
It's tip, was all blacked,
Because it was a quill,
Lost in the pages,
Over time, it stayed still,
Where it had been hidden,
In the binds of the book,
Lost, and forgotten,
Were no one would look,
And there, in black ink,
Their was scribble a note,
It said, you are gone,
The sea stole you're boat,
But I'll wait for you, always,
My pen in my hand,
I'll love you, forever,
On the shoreline, I stand.