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I am having that dream of dreams again The one that wakes me up in the night Then my Heart did ask me with fright. What dream is that again? ‘Tis always the same dream The one that keeps me awake at night The one that shows me I dare not say Then my Heart says with no humor. Dwell upon that shall we Let the Dream Begin ‘Tis a fall day in the mid of October When the foliage is in bloom Bright are the colors Red, Yellow with Auburn too! Then My Heart did say ‘Tis a lovely Fall day? Lovely indeed Gentle on the crisp breeze fall the leaves of Autumn Piling up on Heaping mounds A sweater day There is no better day And She is here! Your Lovely Fall Dream? Yes, My lovely Fall Dream. We are playing as school children do Frolicking through the piles Tossing leaves into the air. Giggling and laughing as we do With such gaiety do we play Sweet and tender is our touch Chase is what we did The catch is what's in our hearts Holding Hands and feeling the warmth of her heart The softness of her touch 'Tis a lovely day There is none finer Then my Heart did say Please…continue! He is here too. I know him not by name. Nor by his appearance But I know him all the same A friend, would you say? A Friend indeed, bonded are we! In My Heart- I know this to be Bound together- he is a brother to me What comes after? The warmth is the sun and in our hearts. Bonding by friendship and courting Long lost in our song do we sing ‘Tis a frivolous day ‘Tis no frivolity when hearts are feeling in Ernest A day is spending with no malicious intent or callous ruin When souls meet with affection and understanding for one another Our grace is in the warmth we feel toward each kindly So, your Heart lay bare upon this day? Yes, my heart was manifesting on this lovely fall day. For the leaves of Fall and brightness of the shining sun To the love, I feel for My lovely Fall Dream And the affectionate fellowship to my dearest friend Blessed are you indeed Agreed, or so I am hoping. As the sun is seeking shelter in the westerly gloom The gentle breeze is softening to a whisper The music of our song is no longer playing its melody In its discord, am I starting to find in my verity The unthinkable! What is that? A Murder Most Foul! And to whom is this foul of murder about to be commit In my Heart of hearts, am I not able to note? The betrayal, the treachery, to being treated in such a way The offense is poignant and pointing at the reliquary of my Heart lost am I in my exigency, I cannot discern the quandary I am in I am aghast and flabbergasted with discorded disbelief A fellow I consider deeper than a friend He is leveling his difference at me. How can this be? Have I offended him in some way? Perhaps I am leading without thinking, or I am following without my Heart To this, I am unable to say, but disbelief is all I feel Can he no longer fire upon me than to fire upon his own Heart? I am approaching, I tell him so, making it known Whoa, this is folly, a fool’s errand Put this from our site, and we will be as before You are kin to me. Born of the same Heart. He is silent! And unmoving as I grow near Gently I am bidding to sway his hand Unmoving it is Then! A ballista through the Heart! The look on my Lovely Fall Dreams face says it all There are tears in her eyes. I am falling from grace. Darkness is closing in. All joy from the world is fleeing. I am afraid! I am falling! How is this happening? Bonded are we, our Hearts are the same, he and I Can you discern his face? No, veiled to me still. A wraith as before Look closely now. Focus! Will you catch me? I will Do you promise? I swear Then I will try to look again ……………. I do not understand nor fathom the reason why How can this be? What is it? His Face. It is me! How can I murder myself in such a way? Where are you hit again? A Ballista through the Heart A Murder Most Foul Indeed! You have not caught me yet. Then my Heart replied, how will I? But you made a promise. I am afraid I cannot fulfill that vow, for I died long ago. On that day, hers was not the only heart you broke. 3/28/2020 Placed 1st STRAND CHOICE U, any form, any theme Contest Judged: 3/30/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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