YOU CAME TO ME
You came to me in a dream-vision
Of you
Still so clear on my mind
Your smile so bright
Your skin so very touchable.
You came to me one night
You lifted me up
And you carried me home
Your arms so soft
And your lips so very kissable.
I woke from my dream-vision
Of you
That was so strong in my mind
Was gone.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Worst Day Of My Life | 1 | 06/26/2009 |
| TRUE , THAT part one…. | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| I MISS YOU part 2 | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| I MISS YOU Part 1 | 1 | 05/23/2009 |
| YOU CAME TO ME part 2 | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| YOU CAME TO ME | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| poetry in motion part 2 | 0 | 05/02/2009 |
| poetry in motion part 1 | 0 | 02/04/2009 |
| dancer in the dark part 2 | 1 | 02/04/2009 |
| Dancer in the Dark part 1 | 0 | 02/04/2009 |
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