Dream of death

A Dream Of Death

It was a dream

An expression in her eyes

The thought was fleeting

Brought on by the ladies sorrow

The dream seemed so real

And one step...into an instant

In time was all that was needed

Wanted...longed for...hungered

In the depths of her mind

But a soul said no

A spirit spoke softly

A thought...caressed the beauty

Of the day..and found...that a lady

Could live after all.

And a chained dove could fly.