deep within a dream
she still creeps into me
red dress and sunglasses hide
those eyes that I hope to find
A dozen black roses on a pirate's tomb
we mourn and greave and sing him a tune
a ballad for the scurvy soul
but I would steal these roses to give to you
a Paris cafe with young artists there
I catch her eyes and stop to stare
how did she ever follow me here
my dreams convince me that I still care
every night I wait for her to land
I fall asleep with ring in hand
deep, still, within a dream
she'll have the wedding planned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Thank you, Semuel, for this wonderful poem. I could feel the music coming out of the words which have been used so deftly. Enjoyed reading it.