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Parallel Dreams
by Janet Scott McDaniel
Translucent with age
you walk with me,
always remaining
on the threshold
of my shadowy memory,
refusing
to step into the light.
You streak the window
to my soul
running down
like tears
falling from a silver sky.
I tread in silence,
sensing a universe
that is oddly calm;
knowing that a careless word
could break the spell.
Here
in the darkness of night
when my dreams are still,
with a heart
burned to gutter black,
I sit with the ashes;
bending
with the winds of time,
as I watch moonlight dance
upon a wine-dark sea.
I look above to the stars
to find you once again,
knowing
you will come
and be fearless with me;
knowing
your warmth
will melt the early morning frost
on my heart.
So I wait
to steal back the breath
you stole from me,
when dawn winked upon us
in colors of pink
and gold.
Parallel Dreams
by Janet Scott McDaniel
Translucent with age
you walk with me,
always remaining
on the threshold
of my shadowy memory,
refusing
to step into the light.
You streak the window
to my soul
running down
like tears
falling from a silver sky.
I tread in silence,
sensing a universe
that is oddly calm;
knowing that a careless word
could break the spell.
Here
in the darkness of night
when my dreams are still,
with a heart
burned to gutter black,
I sit with the ashes;
bending
with the winds of time,
as I watch moonlight dance
upon a wine-dark sea.
I look above to the stars
to find you once again,
knowing
you will come
and be fearless with me;
knowing
your warmth
will melt the early morning frost
on my heart.
So I wait
to steal back the breath
you stole from me,
when dawn winked upon us
in colors of pink
and gold.
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