Reality, Phantoms, or Dreams
Once upon a Dream
Once upon a dream.... there you were.,
Smiling in the sunlight, laughing in the rain,
There you were.
This was no mirage, you were no ghostly figure,
l saw you there, looking ahead, as real as you could be.
You were smiling with your eyes as you gazed across at me,
There you were..
Once upon a dream........ there you were,
Standing in the bluebell woods, beckoning to me,
l tried to run towards you, my legs seemed paralysed.,
So l stood still, just looking into your loving eyes.
l could bend to pick the bluebells, yet could not run to you.
Yet once upon a dream , l know that this was true.
l gathered lots of flowers, in my arms till overflowing,
then looked towards you and it seemed... ....
Oh it seemed that you were going,
Going where?? OH! Not again! Don´t leave me here alone,
Take me with you, please, my heart´s not made of stone.!
You cannot appear like this, then leave me unfulfilled,
standing in the bluebell woods, paralysed with fear,
The trees look so familiar, it´s where we always came,
Once upon a dream, l´m happy here again.
A voice comes from behind me, it seems so far away,
then soon the voice is louder and l can hear him say......
Come back, my love, come back, . l turn to look at you,
but you are softly fading, no, this cannot, not be true......
It is my husbands´voice, ......l turn to look at you
You seem to have no choice..?!
You´re fading into mist and cloud, and l am paralysed....
The trees are fading too,
My husbands´voice is closer now, closer to me than you...
Oh Once upon a dream , you were there , it was you.
l feel strong arms engulf me, the bluebell wood is fading,
Now l can hardly see you, l cannot run to greet you,
Once upon a dream,.
l fall into my husbands arms, and hear him say it´s all okay.,
´´l need to take you home.´´ He says,
´´But don´t forget your flowers.....´´´
l look down at my feet, and see the blooms l´d gathered,
armfuls of my favourite flowers, bluebells that are real.
l gather pick them up and take them home.
l sit and stare around my room, blubells scent abounds.,
Their aroma fills the room, , and l can only stare.
Once upon a dream you were really there, yes, you were there.
(With thanks to alberich, our fellow hubber, who inspired me to write this)
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