In slumber I saw that which is not present,
As if blind I dream of seeing that which I desire,
But can never exist.
I smelt her sweet perfume whispering through the gentle breezes of Neverland,
And I floated by with the need to find her honeysuckle aura,
Through the mist and the clouds,
I could hear her voice, that of a songbird;
Calling me unto her,
"We hold hands through many lands,
Through the seas and through the skies I see your face,
Hither, I'm calling you,
Let me see you once more and never again,
Let us be We just once again..."
I knew I must run,
I had to see her even if just once again.
High on her Honeysuckle; her sweet coo,
I was nothing but a flutter so fast among any others,
And there in the corner of my eye I could see her pleasing form,
Arms open wide;
Smiling for me.
Dressed in robes like flowing milk,
Skin like silk upon queens,
Locks of inky black, rich and silken to touch,
I can see my Elizabeth,
And she's calling, calling out to me,
And so far and so fast I run,
I can never reach her,
Only now I can remember her smell,
Her tender touch,
Her sweet, sweet kiss.
My Elizabeth, you I will always miss.
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