Last night I dreamed I met an Angel,
Sitting in my favorite place.
She had a smile like morning sunshine,
shining down upon my face.
I asked her if she would like to dance.
“Yes, but only for a little while.
For I only just, got past the gates”,
she said, with a little telling smile.
We danced the dance of Angels,
a dance I have never seen before.
This is what it’s like to fly,
this is what it’s like to soar.
The music will stop playing soon,
and the morning quick to come.
Will I chance to dream this dream again?
Or was this the only one?
The night is gone, and the day begun,
as I depart my favorite place.
I awake this dawn to an empty silence,
the morning sun shining down upon my face.
Last night I dreamed I met an Angel
Anslem B. Gentle (J.R.)
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Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)
Reviewed on October 12, 2005
Dear Anslem;
This makes one kinda wonder if the melancholy over the dream is overshadowing the waking hours. Nice poem.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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This makes one kinda wonder if the melancholy over the dream is overshadowing the waking hours. Nice poem.
Hanley