Thursday, November 03, 2016

Repost - The Dream

Poets United Midweek Motif - The Day of the Dead
This is a repost of something I wrote a long time ago.

A Dream
In memory of Joan Heys.

I dreamt about a distant place,
All white, yet strangely warm;
Where all was elegance and grace:
There was presence but no form.

Into this quiet and peaceful scene
A man stepped into view;
He was both strong and cut quite clean.
A woman stood there, too.

He looked at her, and with a smile,
Remembered when they’d wed;
“I’m glad you’ve come. It’s been a while.”
“A friend sent me” she said.

Happy with the eons spanned
They embraced and gently kissed;
Then they turned, and hand in hand,
Slipped off into the mist.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016
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  1. a slice of happiness & tranquility....

  2. On the Day of the Dead, I'm happy you revived this poem. I experienced something similar at age 12, so delight in the narrative arc and love and gentleness and hope in this poem.

  3. Bravo! A well composed dream

  4. I remember this. Just as lovely now as then.

  5. A tender depiction of two people who loved each other.

  6. This is so graceful and well put in this time when death is close to our hearts.

  7. I believe it can happen..nice one ~

  8. Beautiful and how very peaceful they "take of in the mist"

  9. Mother WintermoonNovember 07, 2016

    Lovely visuals and sentiments! A tribute to eternal love.


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