Constance La France Poet Verse

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Flying In the Sky

I am slipping into a dream and floating away,
I hear the beat of throbbing music;
and I see deep blue ocean waves,
mist is swelling all around me and I wander lost.
Then-  I see a tall man coming,
                     he is swaying to the music;
his white shirt is billowing untamed,
eyes closed he reaches out for me.
                      And we are spinning,
                      arms outstretched;
I feel like we are flying in the sky,
oh, he is an illusionist, bending and gliding.
I love his dancers body,
He is watching me and smiles as I twirl;
I easily mimic his complicated dance steps,
and I can see he appreciates my perfection.
The mist swirls with the sweetness of oceans,
                       I am detached from reality;
and I never want to leave but he is fading,
and I am overcome with grief . . .   

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January 30, 2017


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Chris Green October 9, 2018 at 10:52 AM It was nice while it lasted. : ) What a beautiful dream and such a sad ending though I guess all dreams have to have an ending eventually. Nicely done.