Monday, November 26, 2012

Dream





Trembling I sought you
And gently you came
Now the night fills
With echoes of your name

Love, loss and longing
Intertwine
Clinging in tangles
Of tattered vine

Trembling I held you
But just as I feared
In the first light of morning
You disappeared

© Janet Martin

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