Dreaming
Within a wild, and vibrant dream
strange visions, and mysteries I have seen -
Fireflies dancing against dark sky,
starlight reflected in luminous eyes
Impenetrable forest, rippling golden waters
surrounding two of night’s true daughters –
A gentle warm springtime breeze
carrying whispers through the trees
The sky is clear, yet claps with thunder –
the ground between them, torn asunder
and still they stand – each gazing intently
their velvet skirts, swaying gently
One speaks words, her lips move sweetly
the other strains to listen deeply –
Yet, no words do fall upon her ears,
her face now stained by regretful tears
The speaker fades into silver mist,
the other sighs, hands poised by hips –
A lone black rose – all that remains
slowly, sweetly is begins to rain
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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