CHANTS IN MY DREAMS…….. EXCERPTS
Just
Perfect!
We
pled love,
he
called me a witch,
I
tickled his fancy,
I
danced to his dandy,
we
stayed in a clinch.
In
gurgling streams,
a
perfect garden,
a
troth was made
never
to fade
he
called me a witch
that
stole his thunder!
In
flowered dreams,
the
years rolled by,
the
endearments took a hue,
from
the many frets,
when
natured served us hets
as
lessons of love
his
eyes took a shine,
to
varied shapes askew,
that
taunted our troth.
if
only I was truly a witch!
I would weld his wanderings!
IMAGINE…..
In
a room full of laughter
my
soul is quiet
In
a cold dank cell
the
heat of my longing
keeps
me sweating
The
starry skies
the
soft call of doves
brings
me close to tears
Butterflies
flit the air
buttercups
in your hair
I
should be laughing
The
thump of your heart
as
you sit by the hearth
and
the embers glow golden
How
lonely the stars feel
how
desperately I miss you
how
long I sat in the dark
your
hand to touch in the dark
one
soul to beat as mine
Imagine…
If
really you could
Just
imagine.
Just
one Look
Across
the room
there
was no name;
to
the emotion;
the
air was thin;
my
breadth was strained,
my
knees became jellies,
took
an eternity,
to
complete my breadth,
that
was lodged between my breast.
He
walked away,
as
I turned away,
from
the darkened door
to
my bright happiness
Never
saw him again;
each
morning though;
I
remember with pain;
the
sun that went away at dawn.
