CAMEO DREAM
Was I only dreaming?
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As I walked through the garden,
I followed the stream,
Beneath the pale moonlight
And I started to dream.
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The rose petals glistened
A droplet of dew.
Amid the fragrance of flowers,
My thoughts were of you.
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My dress was of linen,
And the neckline adorned
With a black velvet ribbon
From which your cameo was worn.
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The gleam of the moon,
Now cast a bright glow
On the small ancient city
Which slept down below.
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Then I heard your voice echo
Through the rustle of trees;
Just the sad figment drift
Of a warm summer’s breeze.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 77-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
Comments (6)
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Interesting and delicious content. Keep posting more
Cameos are so feminine. I've always loved them and the different eras they were popular in, too. Your poem nailed it!
Beautiful😍
Gosh this was absolutely wonderful! Loved your poem!
Dreamily beautiful!!!❤️❤️💕