It’s April, yet the wind isblowing tonight as if it were March.
The wind chimes that you made
are ringing like the bells of St. Anne’s
just outside our window.
I close my eyes and drift into
My reoccurring dream.
We are in the patio home.
Your arms are wrapped around me;
I am dressed in your love.
I feel safer than I have ever felt before.
I open my eyes and
Thirty years have passed.
It was never just a dream…
You are still here,
I am still safe.
I close my eyes again and drift into
My reoccurring dream.
I close my eyes and drift into
My reoccurring dream.
We are in the patio home.
Your arms are wrapped around me;
I am dressed in your love.
I feel safer than I have ever felt before.
I open my eyes and
Thirty years have passed.
It was never just a dream…
You are still here,
I am still safe.
I close my eyes again and drift into
My reoccurring dream.
2 comments:
Oh so sweet. I think I blushed :).
Carolyn you have the heart of a poet. Truly you do.
This is beautiful.
Thank you for all your comments.
xoxoo
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