Man of Verse

There is a man of verse,
I have met him once and again.
He sings to me in my dreams,
he comes with me through the haze.
He takes my hand, he holds me close.
He breathes softly and speaks in a whisper.
He doesn't want to live without.
His longings are deep and his heart
is of glass many times pasted
back together.
Today, he's given me his love.
In shaking hands, on bended knee,
he's asked me to be
the puzzle complete.

I died this morning and went to some Heaven.
Pearly gates, Michael, bright lights,
clouds, halos, and
overwhelming love
massage my mind,
travel my spine.
On my knees,
despite those that disbelieve
the power of the dream,
I said yes....
and he fell away into the mist
like the phantom he was;
his heart mended, a smile never ending.
Complete.

© 1997-1998 - Camille L. Harris
July 1997

"A dreamer, Camille seeks in life only happiness and love that should radiate from within and attract from without."

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