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Another Life
Another Life
For days now I've been dreaming..
four separate days and nights
Strange for me to dream like this
you'd think I'd have it right
The dream never changes
it's been the same each time
Starting with the glow from the fire
to the way your lips meet mine
Opening vision is this wall...
A large wall that's made of stone
located dead in the center
a raging fire, nearby I sit, alone
I'm dressed in a long white gown
and there's candles everywhere
In my hands I hold a paper
in my eyes, just a blank stare
There's music playing somewhere
'least I think that's what I hear
There's a definite rhythm beating
not just me, it's everywhere
Then this knock sounds out loudly
startling me right to the core
This chill runs down my body
as you walk in through the door
Now this part seems quite silly..
before me you stand in frills
You speak to me in tongues of old
in your hand, a writing quill
'Neath your arm you carry a journal
there's a sword strapped to your side
Though I know not what you're saying
unmistakable, the look in your eyes
Then suddenly, this aroma...
a cross between fruit and spice
To me it's vaguely familiar
exciting, both fire and ice
You hand to me this goblet
and you stare into my eyes
As you encourage me to drink
your face wet with tears you cried
You take my face into your hands
your eyes see to my soul
With our lips nearly touching
you whisper soft and low
But try as I may I can't hear you
or somehow I don't understand
You smile at me with those green eyes
and point to the page in my hand
As my eyes focus upon it...
the paper comes to life
There within these same four walls
stood us in another life
Your arms were wrapped around me
your lips were pressed to mine
Our bodies were joined together
but another place, in time
As I look up from the paper..
suddenly I feel a chill
As I slowly look around me
I see a bird, upon the sill
As he flies off, a breeze is blowing
the page is taken from my hand
It flutters into the fire
and there I am......alone again.
Sue