Monthly Archives: October 2011

Dream

Talking of dreams
Worlds afar
She loved them.
And him.

Always in her dreams
Did he come
And always she fell
Into a deep dark abyss.
No hand to catch her,
when all she wanted
was a touch
was a smile
was a word
to help her
feel alive

none came.

And in her dream
the one she fell in
Out of the dark
came a rider
On a steed so brilliant it shone
With the promise of freedom,
of a land afar
and times much better
He held out a hand.

And yet.
She faltered.

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