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Another Winter Midnight

Poetry By: GuiltyPleasure

Tags: Dream, Voice, Song, Time

A lovely dream about a beautiful voice..its an edited repost/version.... written in mediaeval style & backdrop.

Submitted:Feb 20, 2012    Reads: 51    Comments: 17    Likes: 5   

Another Winter Midnight…

Sweet dreams await me huddled beneath the sheets

With all their subtle designs to torment my night

But quietly I rush out as I hear his longing voice

Through ebon sinister darkness to be his sable bride…

I run, I run on velvet clovers

As stars pour forth their radiant wine

I hear the strains "Love you are mine."

With angel's lutes and beats divine.

At last I find him on a flowery meadow

-a spread on hoary, graying earth-

Ah! My dear Muses' darling! How my heart melts to see..

Heaven's songs circling him in their purest ecstasy.

….and my own dreams glisten in his deep wistful eyes

-Wherever I go there is no escape-

So I sit by him mesmerized… resting my elbows on back of time.


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