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At Last My Dream Came True.
Suddenly you are there
so close, just a breath
a heartbeat, away.
Time has no meaning yet
precious stands.
You carry my dreams
within your eyes my
heart on the palm of your
hand.
We speak, you smile and
ask my name...
~ ~ ~ ~
I want to shout
to scream your name
from the rooftops
where all the stars align.
Gather you into my arms,
hold you close forever...
For you to say you're mine!
~ ~ ~ ~
We talk and smile some more
then reality, cold and lonely
reclaims my world and we
part, I walk away, but you keep
my heart.
"You carry my dreams with
"You carry my dreams with your eyes" brings me images of a boat, sail fully opened and leaning gently into the coming evening upon a calm ocean. : ) Immediately following with "my heart on the palm of your hand" only aids that feeling of a peaceful voyage into hopes. Within this beautiful rhapsody, that is my very favorite part.
That's a lovely romantic way
That's a lovely romantic way to see this poem, thank you. Especially as he lives way across the ocean in America. sue :-)
You're welcome. But I guess
You're welcome. But I guess the relative location of the adored muse to you came right on through : )
It comes through, has always
It comes through, has always come through wherever he is. Just this time he was with me in a small room at a concert hall.
unfortunately not alone though, but together face to face.
At least lucky
..was the crowd to be in the presence of your shared energies : ) It sounds like you had an eternally cherishable experience.
No crowds, just a handful of
No crowds, just a handful of people waiting patiently to meet him for their own reasons.
Yes,I will cherish it for the rest of my life, can't explain it, don't understand it, it is and always has been Don.
George Harrison, yes, Alice Cooper, very yes, David Essex even more yes. But Don..way beyond, a different realm
entirely. Maybe we were together in another life, who knows.
Who knows, indeed. Only time
Who knows, indeed. Only time itself.
I have experienced something
I have experienced something similar.
J-Called
Have you, that's very
Have you, that's very interesting, would you tell me?
Oh, it was forty-six years
Oh, it was forty-six years ago---meeting the person who became my First Beloved, with whom I had been aquainted for years, but never really begin to know until that summer.
J-Called
That's a wonderful memory,
That's a wonderful memory, you said 'first' have you kept in touch?
Yes, and despite the ravages
Yes, and despite the ravages of age, the beauty and desirability that I experienced in 1976 is still present. But neither of us can now act upon it.
J-Called
I understand that, Don was a
I understand that, Don was a young man in his early twenties, he is now much, much older 76 next week, but age matters not
at all. I see the man I've always loved and he's perfect. sue.
I am sixty-four. My First
I am sixty-four. My First Beloved will be sixty-four in November. Yet, the intervening forty-six years since our special summer together seems no more than three quarters of an hour spent in a busy waiting room.
J-Called