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My Only Love

The dream comes gliding Murmured words Out of dappled swirling light The dream I dread but also need I struggle to get away At the same time breathlessly calling him I embrace the dream I am the dream It always starts the same Unfolding in a snowstorm The sliding of the car then the crash My dream spirit Long raven hair blowing, floating And the book of destiny opens It is written His departing cold fingers caress my skin His dead lips kiss me And the snow is falling Then all is quiet, peaceful His name engraved for eternity I am shivering as real and dream entwine And the crying, a haunting moaning Drifts endlessly Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight Deep in a dream I see his earthly face Entwined in his arms we rival the wind Even eternal death cannot break this love Soaring over lakes that stretch forever Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight Up we glide on his majestic wings Where cliffs rise a thousand feet We hover at his resting place My tears falling and kissing his tomb Come my darling, says my, come fly tonight Deep inside this dream we fly as one Only those who have lost love can understand Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight And I wear a mourning cloak, Oh how heavy it is And the crying, a haunting moaning Drifts endlessly __________________________ April 4, 2013 Poetry/Lyric/My Only Love Copyright Protected, ID 04-468-608-04 All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France

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Date: 5/1/2013 5:40:00 PM
Some Goth in your soul Constance ? I love the romance and the mystery Thanks.
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Date: 4/11/2013 4:20:00 PM
wonderful work, Constance
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Date: 4/5/2013 4:41:00 PM
Dear Heart; back at you; These poems are wonderful. Frozen Caress speaks to my heart; And The falcon draws my soul out. Thank You Constance.
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Date: 4/4/2013 9:55:00 AM
- This is very beautifully performed Constance ! - A really lovely poem!! <3 - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 4/4/2013 9:10:00 AM
Even when awake, the (first) dream can take us back to those wells of sadness and loss, and once again the heart is torn into fragments......in dream two, there is more of a peaceful resignation perhaps? Yet the crying out still everlastingly part of closing one's eyes each night. Beautifully written, Constance.
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Date: 4/4/2013 7:21:00 AM
Incredible, this is a fascinating write(s) my friend! You have written a magnificent poem(s) here Constance, so very prominent in spirit and influence! I truly enjoyed reading this delightful piece(s), what a masterful poem, Great work!!
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