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Approach me in my sleep, come to me in dreams.
Blow in as a breeze through my open window.
Stir-up the curtains and rattle the glass panes.
My body lies on death’s bed clinching to a pillow.

Waiting for love to float in like an apparition,
to rescue me from this desperate affliction,
to dose me out of this drear hallucination,
to whisper into my ear, to speak of the years

long ago when love was real. When warm tears
were streams of joy. Sing softly as I am fragile
and yearn for the tenderness of the past.
Breathe into my lips so that I might last

one more day in your deep song of affection.
One more play in your ghostly presence.
Approach me in my sleep, come to me in dreams.
Blow in as a breeze through my open window.

© 2012, DeanWalker. All rights reserved.

DeanWalker (10 Posts)


4 Comments

  1. Very sweet…. I felt emotionally connected and wished for someone to float in on the wind for you…. that’s what good poetry does..speak to our emotions. :) Well done.

  2. Anya

    Ahhh, Dean…you always paint the most delicate imagery of such tenderness…

  3. Sing softly as I am fragile
    and yearn for the tenderness of the past.

    You made me cry, you made me hurt, you made me remember times past. You have a very real gift. Thank you for sharing it with us. Now I’m going to go read it again! Quite beautiful, Dean. :)

  4. Dean Walker (Author)

    Thanks Dani, Anya, and Melody. I appreciate all of your comments.

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