Last night, I confess, I dreamt a dream,
Beneath a shady sylvan scene,
With boughs and branches as canopy,
I gazed upon my Eleanor,
Whom I had lost so long ago.
The Sun's rays filtered inbetween,
And in the light, her locks did gleam,
With radiant beauty; bittersweet,
I gazed upon my Eleanor,
For I had lost her long ago.
But when the boughs and branches shake,
And the illusion seems to break,
I'll stay with her until I wake,
I'll gaze upon my Eleanor,
In my dreams and nothing more.
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A collection of poetry
PoesíaA collection of poetry. It may not always be what you want to read, but its always real. Cover made by Shannon Hughes, a.k.a @LavendarEyes.
