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Sunday,Jan 28 2007, 10:48:37 AMHaunting Dream
Haunting Dreams
A candle burns in the dark of night,
Beckoning for me to use my sight.
Alone and flickering in the wind,
I stumble alone with an upheld chin.
Threw the damp forest I wonder,
Towards unknown treasures of which I ponder.
A voice calls to me from the dark,
Sounding like a song coming from an enchanted lark.
Deep crimson eyes pierce into my soul,
With holding the secret of it’s ultimate goal.
Covered so deeply by this captivating blood red,
Feels like hypnosis inside my head.
This ghost-like shadow engulfs my mind,
Unable to escape, for to myself it did bind.
Holding my heart within its hands,
Whisking me off to far away lands.
Grasping a hold of my every thought,
Making me feel like a child’s toy that had just been bought.
In my mind I beg this creature not to let go,
Hoping to keep this encounter forever just so.
As if being shook from a dream,
No on was there or so it would seem.
My mind still racing from this mystifying scene,
I caught myself starring at a lonely silver moonbeam.
My thoughts still twisted as if in a deep cold mist,
Upon my forehead I felt a soft smooth kiss.
As I broke away from the trance of the moonbeam,
I realized that there in my arms was the creature, the man from my dreams.
Tracy Lee
November 7, 2006
