'my Beautiful Dream'
And in my dream I stand in a frozen woodland,
the air is cold, quiet, the sky is black as ink;
I wear a gorgeous red velvet cape quite grand.
Branches hold up icicles that drip with a clink,
my hair falls long and raven- like fluid divine;
the air is cold, quiet, the sky is black as ink.
And snow is falling like drifting crystals that shine,
from afar . . . I hear the melody- of a bell;
my hair falls long and raven, like fluid divine.
Before me is a black horse like a magic spell,
on his neck, a red ribbon holds a bell tinkling;
from afar- I hear the melody . . . of a bell.
Above, in the pretty night sky stars are twinkling,
the snow, a blizzard and we are lost in this dream;
on his neck, a red ribbon holds a bell- twinkling.
Oh, this vision will end with the first sunbeam-
and in my dream- I stand in a frozen woodland;
the snow, a blizzard and we are lost in this dream,
I wear a gorgeous red velvet cape- quite grand.
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February 14, 2017
Poetry/Terzanelle/'My Beautiful Dream'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1214-444-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Strand Special 5
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
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