Wednesday, August 22, 2012

In Dreams of a Memory


The ghost of things to come

Riding across the winds

Calling out to her

In dreams of a memory

 

Lying upon the sand

Sea caressing her skin

She can feel his touch

Hear his voice

In dreams of a memory

 

The tides roll out

She softly speaks his name

As the tears roll down her face

In dreams of a memory
 
 
L. Hudson  2006

2 comments:

  1. poignant and romantic...*sigh*

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    1. Chic, there are so many things that I had forgotten about, things I wrote and how much I love to write....Thank you for reminding me.

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