Poetry and Stories

Dream

Nocturne

You come to me in the blue veiled mist
Of the last light of the evening;
a faint shadow of a dream
that began many years ago.
Through time, you have remained elusive;
an evanescent image that cannot be held.
You have left me with a thirst
that will never be quenched.

By Linda Herring

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