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Almost Dreaming

by Richard Vince

The sunset, had it come,
Would not have outshone
The beauty burned into my eyes
By her smile.

I sat facing west, but saw
Only her face, reflected
In the clouds and the hills
And the trees and the rivers
I wish she could have
Enjoyed with me.

I could be anywhere, and
Still see only her.

Now I tread the path
Between waking and sleeping
As the miles and the hours
Between us increase,
And somehow the words
Still come, as though they are
Manifestations of dreams.

I crossed many miles of
Unknown country to reach her,
But there is no adventure
Like exploring her:
The wondrous creation
To whom my heart belongs.

07/14/2008

Posted on 07/22/2008
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meagan Green on 07/23/08 at 06:02 AM

Lovely

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