One Last Dance
Every night I think of you
With eyes full of love I come to you
in a dream you won`t remember
`Neath sik weaved sheets I hold your hand
Upon your pilllowcase I leave my kiss
in a short memory you won`t recall
To the wet sand I tiptoe slowly
following footprints which aren`t there
'Nesth cross-stitched stars I walk the path
of a sweet destiny so long forgotten
where fingers once played with my brown hair
With the shadow of the moon I dance
Just make pretend I`m there with you
Along the shore I pick the pebbles
which once we tossed into the blue
A sound I hear in walking distance
Must be the voice of someone else
Or could it be your hush~hushed whisper
Asking me gently for one last dance
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
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