Reality, Phantoms, or Dreams

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.

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(With thanks to alberich, our fellow hubber, who inspired me to write this)