Dream

Dream? Stone circle in the Moonlight A momentary flash of her benevolent face And featherlike caress on my cheek Sends shivers up my spine. Soft words whispered And a sweet memory That is gently touched, stirred And gently awoken. Why the fear then? Of pain, loneliness or death? Trust gone… Yet longing lingers on, Like a wisp of Jasmine in the wind And a sweet distant melody Passing for an aching second. A mysterious picture in a dusty old cellar In the back of my house, Or was it the back of my head? Was it a delusion, an illusion? I could almost touch it But is it mine? Is it lost? Or was it simply forgotten? © Sangeet Portals 2018