Submitted by: Dorothy Hazel Tarr
(I wrote this on 12 Sep 2011 at my kitchen table, looking out at my backyard. The day is overcast and gray, with a soft breeze, and a pleasant 72 degrees – such a perfect day for quiet reflections.)
OH, sweet dreams of youth --
Come lightly and ease Day's Tears --
As I slip into Nether's World --
Succumbing to well-traveled Dream's promises.
Illusions of Love swirl about --
Seizing a Heart by deceit --
With promises pledged --
Of a faithful Heart.
Fading echoes of endearment --
Mock Winter's shadows --
Smile's frequent visit to my lips --
Lost now -- Absent by misadventure.
Only the sunrise and sunset --
Turn the pages of Life --
As one day meanders into next --
Whispers of Love's Young Dream – that never was.
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