On March 7, 1956, Mother of our Twins, Joan died ... it is at long last, my turn; my Brain whispers these words into my aching ears ...
Love 'n (one more poem), RHEY ...
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I'M DYING TO DREAM
When from my arms,
to underground,
her body slid from view,
alone again, I dreamed inside
sobbing for my Love that died.
Alone again, I dream inside,
wanting to hear that I have died.
Wanting to know we both are free
to share sweet Love eternally.
Alone again, I dream inside
waiting to hear that I have died
so WE can dream our lovers' dream ...
together ... again!
~ ~ ~ RWH, Feb 2, 2007 ~ ~ ~
