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One day I woke and looked around but everything was different. Unfamiliar shapes loomed in the morning sun. Had everything around me changed as I dreamed of someplace better? Rising slowly from my bed, I cried as memories like raindrops fell through the shadows of my mind. To my left an open window showed me…
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I dreamed of far-off Waverley where golden tree leaves sway. I walked along her silver streets where snow white pebbles lay. I heard a cold clear river run across a verdant field. The gentle sun washed over me, its sweet caress my shield. And all around blue butterflies encircled flowers sweet. But then my eyes…
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I ran through a golden field, the grass beneath my feet soft as satin, sunlight on my face, a warm and gentle breeze lightly stroking my hair. I heard a laugh like little bells and reached out toward the light that shone from everywhere. I stopped, breathless. Before me was an open door, a staircase…
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Last night I dreamed you held me tight and whispered in my ear. I kissed you softly through the night, in heaven with you near. At some point as the morning sun shone on a distant hill I woke and knew the dream was done and lonely was I still. The sweet caress of love…
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I caught a glimpse of some Eternity as I gazed toward an almost setting sun. And in that moment time stood still, the ache deep in my heart relieved at last as every leaf caught in a gentle breeze stood frozen in a heavenly repose. And as the light turned golden all around a single…
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Into the woods I wander searching for a special place that calls to me. And the trees, they guide me to the light within the dark. To my left a river runs, and the wind whispers in the leaves telling me I have found the way. Though the path is long and dark and I…
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Across an ocean black as pitch, some say, there lies a land that even time forgot, an ancient place where dwell forgotten dreams. And if one finds perchance safe passage there by searching darkest depths of memory, a golden city will at last appear. Though don’t be foold by beauty’s shining light, for ‘neath the…
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A tribute to Goethe. I dreamed I found the golden goblet of that ancient king. I turned it slowly in my hand and in my head did ring a voice I recognized as his, that dear and sacred ghost. He whispered softly, “Where is she, the one I love the most?” And then I saw…