hopes and dreams (prophet of disaster)

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11.08.04/24 av 5764  ***  14:25

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i had a dream the other night

that shook me to the core

standing right in~front of me

(you never would before)

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i could tell that you’d grown older

i could see it in your eyes

fast~approaching twenty~five

and just about to realise–

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somewhere in that very dream

i met my oldest friend

standing right in~front of me

fore~telling of my end

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i could tell that i’d grown wiser

’cause i didn’t even flinch

after living all these years

i thought “to die” must be a cinch

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no wonder you’d appear just then

when i’d got used to see my death

my soul about to be set free

from all this world’s calamity

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no wonder you’d appear so fast

with me about to breathe my last

my soul about to let it go

and leave yours on the earth alone

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remember dante’s lover and the tragic day she died

full of light~n~splendour–she was only twenty~five!!!

was that the muted~message of

the dream wherein i saw my love

or was she there as prophecy

to toll~the~bell that tolls~for~me

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with the light and the hope of

a smile in her look

in~love and in~exile, he wrote her a book

a book of which the likes of it

had never e’er been seen

three volumes~full of poetry

composed in “terza rime”

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with the light pouring~out ’round

the side of her head

a girl from his past, took his future instead

a future he could not fore~tell

the loss of ego’s gain

visions~of~love so spiritual

they couldn’t be explained

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***** (inspired by a dream i had about dying)