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Spirits

SPIRITS.


The coldness of the night, my breath in clouds of vapour,

I'm falling to my knees, and call to my own saviour.

Hiding in the shadows, as light, it flits on by,

Striking up emotions, in the blink of saddened eyes.


The shivers down my spine, the hairs they stand on end,

And from the sky above, to earth from heaven ascend,

The voices in the distance, spark memories of long before,

As I whispered out your name, to see you again once more.


You came to me in dreamland, your presence all too real,

The touch of your soft hand, on the back of face I feel.

Tears run down my cheek as you turn and walk away,

I'm calling out your name, as I'm begging you to stay.


You turn and give a smile, the gleam in eyes to see,

As you fade into the distance, you say remember me,

For you were but my love, you had it from the start,

One day we’ll be together, forever, heart to heart.


Paddy 8.04.19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Rose  Avatar
April 13, 2019 at 11:20 PM
Dreams are all too real, Nice write
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