Constance La France Poet Lyric

My Only Love

 
The dream comes gliding
Murmured words
Out of dappled swirling light 
The dream I dread but also need

I struggle to get away
At the same time breathlessly calling him
I embrace the dream
I am the dream

It always starts the same
Unfolding in a snowstorm
The sliding of the car then the crash
My dream spirit 
Long raven hair blowing, floating

And the book of destiny opens
It is written
His departing cold fingers caress my skin
His dead lips kiss me
And the snow is falling

Then all is quiet, peaceful
His name engraved for eternity
I am shivering as real and dream entwine

And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly

Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep in a dream I see his earthly face
Entwined in his arms we rival the wind
Even eternal death cannot break this love

Soaring over lakes that stretch forever
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Up we glide on his majestic wings
Where cliffs rise a thousand feet

We hover at his resting place
My tears falling and kissing his tomb
Come my darling, says my, come fly tonight
Deep inside this dream we fly as one

Only those who have lost love can understand
Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
And I wear a mourning cloak, Oh how heavy it is

And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly

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April 4, 2013

Poetry/Lyric/My Only Love
Copyright Protected, ID 04-468-608-04
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France

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Michael Ainsley May 1, 2013 at 5:40 PM Some Goth in your soul Constance ? I love the romance and the mystery Thanks.

Jack Horne April 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM wonderful work, Constance

Michael Ainsley April 5, 2013 at 4:41 PM Dear Heart; back at you; These poems are wonderful. Frozen Caress speaks to my heart; And The falcon draws my soul out. Thank You Constance.

Anne-Lise Andresen April 4, 2013 at 9:55 AM - This is very beautifully performed Constance ! - A really lovely poem!! <3 - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Carrie Richards April 4, 2013 at 9:10 AM Even when awake, the (first) dream can take us back to those wells of sadness and loss, and once again the heart is torn into fragments......in dream two, there is more of a peaceful resignation perhaps? Yet the crying out still everlastingly part of closing one's eyes each night. Beautifully written, Constance.

Russell Sivey April 4, 2013 at 7:21 AM Incredible, this is a fascinating write(s) my friend! You have written a magnificent poem(s) here Constance, so very prominent in spirit and influence! I truly enjoyed reading this delightful piece(s), what a masterful poem, Great work!!