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RECURRING DREAM
I have this strange recurring dream
Sweet scent on the breeze does waft
Clouds come in like an angry swarm
It becomes as black as darkest night
October 13, 2005 Poetry © Jan Haile Clark Designed by Original Artwork by
With you and I lying next to a stream
Beneath a huge weeping willow tree
Through whose branches no one can see
We speak together in words so soft
Lie face to face just holding hands
Talk of walking through desert sands
The boom of thunder, a sudden storm
Startled, I jump up and look around
The rain's relentlessly pouring down
I'm overcome with a terrible fright
In a silent moment a tinkling I hear
As I turn around you just disappear
Greeneyed Angel
Dorothee Roberts
Music playing is
"Every Time You Go Away"