A thunderstorm is bending pines.
I seek oblivion in slumber.
Perhaps I`ll dream of candid eyes,
Perhaps I`ll see you smile so tender.
I`d like to dream of your clear brow
In its rich frame of smoked-dark tresses
That look so like these dark-ling clouds...
I`d like to feel your hand`s caresses.
Those blinding flashes light up
In stark relief the jagged skyline -
The lightning gleams you used to dart
From under lashes they remind me.
I sleep so well in pouring rain,
A child, unmindful of its drumming...
And in my dream we meet again:
You are unchanged - devoted, loving.
I wake up, and the pain is gone.
The world, washed clean,
Is all bejeweled.
It is as though the sun`s gold down
Is floating in transparent blueness.
There`s so much radiance and space,
My shoulders square, the weight is lifted.
I feel at peace, my spirit braced,
As though you have, in fact, been with me.
The war is over, is it?
My friends, if I have any ?? Please have a nice day !
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