The Dream Portal
The Dream Portal
The Dream Portal
It was a fancy building very large several stories tall an old mansion
Very similar to something from my past perhaps a large wooden plantation
house where many slaves were quartered after the rich white folks died.
It could even have been a ranch house from the days of yesteryear when Long
John Silverman the Lonesome Stranger lived. The lady whom eye love was in a
costume dress and ewe found a matching hat like ladies use both purple dyed in
woolen splendor the facade of the structure of the place was painted puce and
purple peeling from abuse of years in westward weathered SUN shining from
the desert EAST. It was she descending spiral staircases
Admired at by the many puerile longings of the man who loves her still?
Resplendent in her glory long legs move slowly incased in purple dress where
soon she met the GHOST of friendship past a man she knew while he was yet
living looking for the day of funeral. He was searching for the memorial that most
men crave they want remembrances. This story is a true version though the
name of the ewe is kept a heart secret. This was ewe dream a portal if ewe will it
came to be told by me through longing olde.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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