Shrouded in white, voice
shadowed with mystery,
words played upon senses
revealing the mystery and
majesty of man.
A hint of heaven inhabited
the darkness; a spirit of love
lined the path to hopefulness,
to the soul.
Limbs and breath intertwined,
lost in the arch of paradise
depths, exploring delightful
realms, with a desire of never-
ending ecstasy.
A red morning dawned, a furnace
burned secretly, separation from
the dream brings unhappiness,
tears flow, a cold steam of regret
among the reeds of reality.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
ann johnson-murphree 
‘To sleep, perchance to dream’
Lovely imagery. As long as we keep true to ourselves then happiness can live and breathe within us.
Beautifully expressed!
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A hint of heaven and then one is awakened from the dream… I want to go back to sleep! 🙂
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Me too. Thanks for the wonderful comment. Ann
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