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Another Life |
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Sue_s Junior Member
since 2013-03-26
Posts 45 |
Another Life For days now I've been dreaming four separate days and nights Strange for me to dream like this you'd think I'd have it right The dream never changes it's been the same each time.. Starting with the glow from the fire to the way your lips meet mine Opening vision is this wall A large wall that's made of stone located dead in the center a raging fire.. nearby I sit.....alone I'm dressed in a long white gown and there's candles everywhere In my hands I hold a paper in my eyes...just a blank stare There's music somewhere playing least I think that's what I hear There's a definite rhythm beating not just me....it's everywhere Then this knock sounds out loudly startling me right to the core This chill runs down my body as you walk in through the door Now this part seems quite silly before me you stand in frills You speak to me in tongues of old in your hand...a writing quill 'Neath your arm you carry a journal there's a sword strapped to your side Though I know not what you're saying unmistakable.....the look in your eyes Then suddenly....this aroma a cross between fruit and spice To me it's vaguely familiar exciting..both fire and ice You hand to me this goblet and you stare into my eyes As you encourage me to drink your face wet with tears you cried You take my face into your hands your eyes see to my soul With our lips nearly touching you whisper soft and low But try as I may I can't hear you or somehow I don't understand You smile at me with those green eyes and point to the page in my hand As my eyes focus upon it the vision.. sharp as a knife There within these same four walls stood us in another life.. Your arms were wrapped around me your lips were pressed to mine Our bodies were joined together but another place....in time As I look up from the paper suddenly I feel a chill As I slowly look around me I see a bird..upon the sill As he flies off.. a breeze is blowing the page is taken from my hand And it flutters into the fire and there I am......alone again. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Interesting concept, Sue, and I liked the drawn-out way you went about putting it all together. The ending was perfecto! ~*~ Jokes about German sausages are the wurst~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I have to agree with Jerry. Great symbolism and imagery and all that romantic mystery! Sounded like a teaser for a romantic cable series. Good Stuff! lori  |
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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
O, where else but here on pip can I come to know another's passionate and private fantasies and night dreams. That they would never reveal to me in person. quiet with Ginny |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
I know it's probably just me, and it's really simple, it is, but, my at least partial interpretation would be, you need to write! Enjoyed! |
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Sue_s Junior Member
since 2013-03-26
Posts 45 |
Thanks folks. Always nice to get a positive response to something I've written. Sue |
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