An old story.............

Sleep...perchance to dream.


when sleep has come and all is still
and i in slumber lie
she comes to me in misty dream
and the promise of her sigh

awakes a memorie within...

her intense azure eyes i luve
her breath upon my cheek
her perfumed kiss upon my lips
her warm moist tongue doth seek

the memorie within....

her tiny hands all through my hair
her needs were all i sought
her pleasure was my own campaign
her luve sae dearly bought

oh..the memorie within..

my crusade tae win her failed..and
my luve for her she mocked
my crying eyes..she cruelly spurned
my need for her..she locked

forever....within a memorie.

she left me here alane tae dream
she went away from me,
she left naething o’ her lovely self
she left...and let me be...

alone....with the memorie..
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The dream it comes in night’s dark shade
and lures me once again to dwell
upon my past and blinded self
when for my luve a trap was laid.

For I did luve and cherish so
that maid who robbed me of all sense
intae her snare I happily fell
where all was pain and hurtful woe.

I never did know, the huntress.. she..
wha stalked the path that I did’st tread
an’ waylaid me wi’ lovely winning smile..
she took the very heart of me........
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daylight at last shines through the lids
o’ heavy alcoholic dim
and I awaken once again...
to live the hours ‘tween dawn and dusk,
to labour once more at my lyfe
tae mourn...for lang departed wyfe
trapped.........
within..my memorie..

Graham..2003