Velvet Wings

February 20, 2018

Friend,

This sounds crazy,

that I know is true.

But I had a dream last might,

and I just had to tell you.

I dreamed I was with you again.

I in a green dress; you in white.

You were the same as before,same eyes,same hair,

yet something was different,

something was not right.

I could see you as clear as day,

a loving tender smile on your face.

Your hand clasping mine,

and we walk for miles, going at a steady pace.

I then noticed what was so different,Friend,

You don't know what heartache this brings.

It means your death was a reality,

on you back, white velvet wings.

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