Poem "In A Dream"

In a dream

she comes to me

with a mystics eye,

and crows wings...

- tracing out

(as the crow flys)

the truest path to my heart.

(Then in a soft.. almost whisper)

my sweet angel sings...

a sirens song

of love that's never gone.

And with a mystics eye

she reads me

down,

down,

down,

to

the

core

and

to

the

bone -

& all is open,

& all is shown,

While with her smile (growing wise)

my mystic angel

reads me

from the last -

to the start,

all the pages

of my heart.

Pulling out

line for line -

"the how"

and finding

all the reasons -

to "the whys"...

as I sigh,

as I smile,

somewhere

in a dreams dream...

my

Addy

my

Angel

my beautiful

b

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a

u

t

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f

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"everything"

 

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Greg Hughey September 12, 2016 (C)

Done