Dream Me Here
By bonnie blue
If night be soft Dark upon the land, If sleep comes not To your lost lonely soul, Ply the night with these Whispered melodies, Hauntingly keening The tune of your longing; Drive bittered teardrops to the heart---a sweet pain, Closed be your eyes Soon to be slumbered …and dream me here, For you be the dreamer. If night be soft, Cloak me in silvered mist, Borne of the dewdrops; Dark velvet surrounding. Passion I be, flying high In the sky’s black graces. Dawn: white chill stillness: Tinged, the sky: bloody, Bare, touched with golden; Slow creeps the sun up Past the edge of the hills. Bring birth to a new day …and dream me here, For you be the dreamer. Bonnie Cook 10-Apr-02 Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 12:30 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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