Monday, August 24, 2015

April 2012 | Mirror, Mirror

I had a dream where I was you,
And cried to find it was not true.

So real, but things I'd never seen;
I could feel the roses of my reverie.

The wings of silk upon my back
Spread sweet dreams with every flap,

And the soft words he spoke to me
Were all I'd ever wanted to be.

With flowers braided in my hair,
I was one of the creatures there:

A voice that sang like glassy ice,
And happiness that had no price.

But that stolen life of evergreen,
It could not last, no, not for me.

The salty breeze from golden sands
Pushed me back into the waking lands,

Forced me back into the lonely night
Without, without his lovely eyes.

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