Homecoming Dream

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March 2003 Poetry

At my door you stand.

You reach to me and take my hand.

My heart skips a beat,

every time we meet,

this love is no demand.

~

I hope you’re here to stay.

Please, never go away.

I couldn’t go on,

My heart’s not that strong.

“I’m not going anywhere.” you say.

~

But all is not what it seems.

Faded are the Heavenly light beams.

I finally realized,

when I opened my eyes.

That his all was a homecoming dream.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-6-03.

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