Dream Foretold
I saw you in a dream foretold
one winters night in the cold.
You became and image in part
of and old man's broken heart.
The dream begins every night
I close my eyes, it takes flight.
As I awake to dawns new day
I find my soul was taken away.
Love is for the young and old
it can't be brought or even sold.
But the dream that is foretold
can be forgotten and even stole.
Copyright © Donald Cavins | Year Posted 2016
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