Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Beloved

I had a dream of you last night
   when sweet sleep finally came
while outside the wind was blowing loud
  and stars were flickering above . . .
you took my hand and I rose up above
   and became a spirit girl drifting. . . 
we flew over mountains high
   and valleys deep and green
but it was so dark and silent in this dream
   not even a night bird song . . . 
then suddenly snow is caressing me
   as you kiss my red lips and eyelids
and I touch your cold white cheek . . .
  oh, why is my heart beating so loud
I think it will break in a thousand pieces
   as I press you close beloved . . .
and then we are falling, swirling down . . . 
   I cannot hold you anymore and must let go
then, I am laying in the deep snow
   where your tomb is engraved - beloved

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February 13, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/Beloved
Copyright Protected, ID 18-994-207-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to, Mid Summer 2018 Standard Contest
Sponsor, Brian Strand

Third Place

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Gary Smith July 6, 2018 at 1:59 PM Lovely Broken Wings, congrats. :)

Susan Gentry July 4, 2018 at 11:22 PM Congratulations on your win with this beautiful poem. Well done!

L. J. Carber July 4, 2018 at 12:41 PM Quite lovely, and very loving B.W.-- you've shown truly that love is the only thing that survives death in this world--congrats! (oh, 'you' is a typo in the last line, right?)

Faraz Ajmal February 15, 2018 at 11:32 AM It s another beautiful write, to be honest you have written it so beautifully that I m lost for words, dreams are so sweet because it s a world where everything happens as we want it to be, we are the boss, literally controlling everything but again the dreams are for only nights, in morning we again have to face the reality which isn t always pleasant and we can do nothing but cry, because once someone is gone, it s never going to come back to us, that s the sad reality of this life, good luck