Old Friend

An old friend/foe who I've dreamed of many times.

She moves through a mist,
I've had the pleasure
of meeting her.

In my dreams, like a witch
she warns me
of what's to come.

She loved me once, then despised
died and risen
but still her eyes
haunt me.

Respect but dread
I won't lie... instead
I tell her the truth... mostly.

She already knows most things
yet a curtain won't reveal
when closed on window-sills
everything.

For a moment, I love him still
for a moment, I always will
A spell she cast on him
I'm very still...

She turns to look at me
I bow my head, she doesn't see
then she asks me once again...

Old Friend, Do you still love him?

To ease her weary soul
I tell her no, our moments gone,
in the mist she flies away
she'll come again, another day.






 





 

Reviews

[Diane]

I do have to say that was pretty cool. I read a lot of books that would connect to this. Very nice. Keep up the writing.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you Diane.