The DreamA Story by ronThe Dream
Nightly I travel through the mists of my dreams. Thoughts and emotions swirl around me. There she stands waiting at the edge of my thoughts. I can feel her calling to me, bidding me to stay.
The water washes away the pain in my heart. She baths me in light and heals my darkened soul. She is more than just my dream; she is my saving grace. She saves me from my own faults.
She takes my hand, (We have walked this path many nights). She tells me of the wonders of the heart, how it heals the scars. Her warmth lights the darkened caverns of my suffering. I can see the stars in her eyes brighten; she is never without her Angelic smile.
We walk the path between the forest and the lake. Softly she tells of romantic stories as if she has lived them all. She is romance in its purest form, love in all its depth. Her voice is the song of a thousand Angel singing in my heart.
I lower my head knowing that by the nights end I will have to go. She raises my head and looks in my eyes. Shh my love, be brave we will be back together again when night falls. © 2013 ronReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 24, 2013 Last Updated on September 24, 2013 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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