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DREAMER
Weeping, withering __ ever moaning __ gloom of day How far I have strayed from the shores and mountains And how I miss the rain on my face And still__ I am here, holding onto a fading dream Silently, I light a gardenia scented candle, To set at beside, in the night __as if; As if by some magical twist of fate, he will appear To hold my hand, to show comfort and care By moon's light, I have pondered our love Seeing his face, only to have it vanish from sight __ this delicate butterfly, that takes wing so quickly __leaving only a flicker of hope, to see me through Rocking by the light of harvest moon Autumn is showing its presence And that familiar odour of damp leaves__fills me My beloved, favourite time of year Geese head south, and somehow I wish to follow This old Irish heart saddens, and harbours a desire __for something, it never really knew As an ocean ripple, washes over the sands on a beach __ gone In dreams of late, I find myself, on these shorelines Holding a lantern __I set off through driving rains Bare feet in sand, numbed by the cold frothy waters Then you are with me, alit in smiles and laughter! Free from the worry of day, we speak not a word As not to wake the sleeping heart It is there, our eyes speak only It is there, we never see uncertainties It is there, we survive __in wisps of fantasy And the folly of reality finds us not Each day awakens this dreamer, and seasons do pass __to find me nestled in my linen But there will come a time, to wake no more Til then, a dream will suffice to comfort me in slumber So I’ll never walk__these shores alone, no more |
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