Untitled & Unfinished

        She said she slept one night neath a dreaming tree
        And long neath its bowers dreamt solely of me
        The stars did wheel and turn and glisten she said
        On the leaves of her dreaming, the grass of her bed


ELAshley
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One of many musings written for Mary Angel who, I must confess, was the love of my life, and to whom I still write letters... unsent