For The Woman in my Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

We met so long ago

By the Hidden Creek 

Of the Lone Cherokee

Somewhere up

In the magical circle 

In wild black bear

High-tree country

In good old Tennessee 

Surviving with torn-out hearts

And broken in two dreams

We locked eyes 

From somewhere so deep

That Morpheus couldn't tempt us 

To go to sleep

Time flew by 

Happiness 

Came like a gift from 

On High

But now 

Deep down inside

We weep 

And silently

Cry

Broken just a little bit more

Tiredness 

Creeping up relentlessly 

Even More

By life and its wealth of sacred wars

And all the tragic things 

You can never really prepare for

But since we met so long ago

By the Creek of the Lone Cherokee

Lost 

Just looking for something irreplaceable

That's so incredible and sustainable 

In the outbacks of good old Tennessee 

Survivors

With torn-out hearts

And broken in two dreams

Gods must have heard our pleas

And pulled us 

Together

For we found something so 

Precious

Its reverence 

To this very day

In all known weathers

Drives and still 

Possesses us

For our love goes 

Beyond the physical world 

But lies instead

In the hotbed of the spiritual 

Where it will live forever 

In the hereafter

For there is nothing on Earth 

That can be compared 

To the sweet love 

Of a beautiful 

everlasting friend

Until the very end

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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