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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shifting Sands, ( A Collaboration Constance ~Rambling Poet ) by~ CONSTANCE And in this dream . . . I am lost in endless sand . . . Where clouds rise and disappear A land of shifting and sultry heat Where the ground ripples like waves at sea . . . Magical, mysterious and mirage filled It stretches to the horizon and beyond The wind blows my white gown like wings My veil falls to reveal long black hair, billowing . . . I watch him coming over the yellow sand His Arabian horse galloping . . . I am breathless with my love for him No sound can be heard but that wind thundering And the sand shifting . . . Part 2 And in this dream .. . I am, still lost, in endless sand . . . Falling, endlessly Into his Arabian eyes, I float My feet interlocking with the shifting sand This dream, I managed to catch From the dream catcher's arms . . . I wrap myself, in a blanket of yellow sand Refusing, to open my eyelids To the Universal Consciousness of morning light . . . I swim the river, I sink in the quick sand I hold on tight to this mirage A place where, I create Whatever future and destiny, I desire . . . In this dream, I walk across the sands In the dead of night I am here, my mind, so far, lost . Counting every breath, I reach out to touch his hand . . . We gallop across the shifting sands Nestled beside him, my head pressed against his chest In this dream, my eyes are closed tight I only see the shifting horizon, over and over A million times and a million times, again A Collaboration with *Constance A Rambling Poet ~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
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