In Our Dying Dream

In Our Dying Dream

© Jennifer K. Marsh 2013

Our tree once grew amidst an emerald land
and we once lay beside it hand in hand;
with our hearts together we would sleep
upon a soft bed of grass so deep.

Do you remember, my dear,
when this land we loved was near?
How we lost our way is not clear,
yet we have not lost what we used to revere.
Just close your eyes,

and again…

our shadows will dance beneath the golden sun
in the sapphire stream,
as the changing leaves fall one by one
in our dying dream.

Our tree has died amidst a barren land
and we’ve released the other’s hand,
but our hearts we cannot cast aside,
for in this land they still reside.
So, although our tree no longer grows,
for as long as the river flows
I’ll have you know that I will never truly go.

Do you remember, my dear,
when this land we loved was near?
How we lost our way is not clear,
yet we have not lost what we used to revere.
Just close your eyes.

But never again…

will our shadows dance beneath the golden sun
in the sapphire stream,
as the changing leaves fall one by one
in our dying dream.

Close your eyes, my dear, and venture to this distant place,
to the bygone time,
but one that is veiled in every shade of grace.

Our shadows stand beneath the setting sun
by the frozen stream,
as the dying leaves fall one by one
in our memories.

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3 responses to “In Our Dying Dream

"What does your heart tell you?" - ToO, chpt. 32

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