Last night, her truth revealed to me,
Her pride and self-possession,
Protective, panacea’d cloak,
For me, a timely lesson.
Neglect of her in such belief
That she was self-sufficient,
My mistake, ignored the signs,
No self is so omniscient.
Twas in a dream I saw the life
Of one I love, still dear,
To nurture this relationship
Must needs to keep her near,
As near and dear as blood can be
While distance tears apart,
Though just a dream, I see torn seams
Rending many hearts.
Strange the way a dream returns
In moments least expected
While water flows and cleanses clear
The mind has recollected
Mem’ries fond, from time beyond,
When girls held childhood toys,
When sharing all held joyful angst
And secrets told of boys.
In witches’ tales, stories regaled,
Imaginations shared,
Troubles halved, the tears, the laughs,
Two different yet ensnared.
Days now gone and men replace
The boys that we once knew,
The fashions, styles, so varied then
In the years that breached we two.
But holding on to all we had
This promise to correct,
The lion roars but in her roar
Is softest heart so few suspect.
The yellow road is paved so clear,
And ruby are the shoes,
We witches, by default, hand dealt,
To home, hearts’ feet pursue.
More similar now than then perhaps,
Bi-faulted in our ways,
Separated by our years
Amid weathered changes to our days.
Storms arise and dreams reveal
What mind in day may lack,
Self-possession, pride, by two,
Cloaked hearts feel own way back.
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