I dream of her at night,
Under the full moon's spell.
Under it's soothing magic light,
I see her face so well.
I reach for her, and touch her face,
Though I know it just can't be.
I feel her breath, and her embrace,
I feel she's come for me.
And then her face, slowly fades away,
And all that's left are tears.
Through my window the breaking day,
In glorious display appears.
And I must wait for night again,
To see her loving face.
Then I'll be free from all my pain,
In my mother's warm embrace.
9/17/11 Alton Texas
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