I am the dream that lingers when you wake
And stays just beyond your reach
The specter that wanders aimlessly
Do you need the lesson I teach?
I am the one who sings in the night
And watches over all
The one whose questions go unanswered
Did you hear my call?
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|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Beautiful ethereal pice...again your words would provide a wonderful backdrop for a painting...and again, painter Augusto Sanchez comes to mind...
|Reviewed by Thomas Mutchler
|Death: We're all in line for it. A good simplicity in your write.
|Reviewed by Anne Brooks
|Lovely poem: a call for the great unknown,death, and yet you watch over all...as an angel..love the duality which creates the throbbing intensity of the poem.Anne Pawlak.|
|Reviewed by William DeVault
|Nicely expressed. Good write. If death be as charming and eloquent as you, I won't mind sitting down and discussing things with her.|
|Reviewed by anne cunningham
|that siren call that we have to both heed and ignore. you certainly captured its insistent nature, but also the fact that we shouldn't fear it.|
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|I tune you out/|