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To Walk A Dream Again
A silky mist of fantasy
flit daily through her thought,
unnamed in her reality,
still won the wars she fought.
A wispy cloud that held the truth
quiescent in her soul,
unseen and yet in silence soothed
a faith of being whole.
Then all the dream she never spoke
one day reached for her hand
and woman deep inside awoke
as fate broke silky band.
The swirling mist that flit her mind
blew clear the blazing light
the whispered dream concrete defined
the hope a lantern bright.
She wrote to him reality
spoke honest from her heart
drew lives for them of fantasy
in metaphors of art.
A Lady and a Knight they were
he walked with her by choice
where honor let him cherish her
his strength her inner voice.
But gardens they would nightly share
and beaches they would stroll,
and stars he brought to light dreams fair
fell prey to life's cruel toll.
A mother's death, a birthing grief
a blackness rived of hope,
a tree that bares a single leaf,
an anguish beyond scope.
In starkness of reality
she turned to him for care,
then saw all was just fantasy
her Knight had left her there.
Black was the Knight now standing tall
Who took her to her knees
And whispered he might hear her call
Then scorned her tearful pleas.
Insanity of need and fear,
shame filled the soul of her,
until she saw the future clear
and ran from what they were.
Outside the dream, a question shy,
"Please, talk with me sometimes?"
reads the blame in his reply,
yet still feels ties that bind.
What friendship will in desert grow
if no one tends the bed,
What hope-filled dreams could she now sow
had her tears been dried instead?
So now there is no fantasy
to flit soft in her mind,
no wispy hope of mystery
to speak to love that binds.
Though one day she may walk again
with Knight who brought her stars
it's only as a dream of then
and never what they are.©
RAC February, 8, 2000
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