WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

By Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw

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Mortar and pestle mix two into one,

Dark, bitter organia pinches the tongue.

Silent demons tell what must be done.

Do you understand my fate?

Running… then waiting… always too late.

The path I am given leads not to a gate.

‘Neath the vast carnelian sky,

Clouds of rose and red drifting by.

At my feet then does eternity lie,

Gasoline rainbow reflected in my eye.

‘Twixt mushroom and toadstool,

I cannot, but try to understand…

Truth is only an illusion, devised by man.

With lit match, Death now makes a fool.

Two into one… now undone.

~~finis~~

© 2012 – Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw.  All Rights Reserved

REMEMBER ME

REMEMBER ME

By Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw

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Tell me no.

Tell me now.

Tell me I must go.

Tears in my eyes,

A longing ache in my heart.

Words you whisper in my ear,

Sounding more like breathless sighs.

Will you remember me?

Tell me these were more than stolen moments.

When we lie in each other’s arms,

Two breasts sharing, beating in present tense.

Say you will…  Remember me.

~ finis ~