DREAM OF PAST LIFE WITH YOU

IN MY sleep I saw your face
as though in my waking hours
when I saw your face
and knew it could not be
that this feeling was a dream
something imagined or unreal
 
You were riding upon Glory
a horse I called after a mother
whom had died centuries ago
and within my heart I saw you go
across the fields of wheat like gold
braided hair and rosy skin
 
An air of nobility across your face
and in the misty distance lay a castle
something strong and solid in stance
Across from which appeared a moat
and then you called, when you turned your head
a name called Chace…and I went
 
Trotting across the swaying fields
and below a flowing waterfall
Glory drank upon the dancing stream
as we gathered moss and petal for bed
there, in heaven’s domain we embraced
and bonded against a song from angel’s breath
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About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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