Thursday, April 9, 2009

Just a dream

Determined to make it right
Though love was out of sight
And the touch of real flesh,
Just a dream.

The memory of her was fresh
Like a whisper of warm breath.
But now what to do next
Only dream?

He got out his pen to write her
But just stared at the paper
The hollowness took over
His own dream.

So where could she be right now?
“I love her” he said out loud
Yet no one heard him
Just his dream.

So instead he lost himself
In work and books on self-help
Love still did exist somewhere

By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
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