The Dream
by Carole Bugge

The night grows late, the woods are deep and wild
Blind stars shine dimly as I seek to find
The woman buried deep within the child

A memory my mind has long beguiled
Tugs at me and pulls me from my journey
The night grows late, the woods are deep and wild

Long ago, I remember how you smiled
Black curls tumbling, so breathlessly revealed
The woman buried deep within the child

You leaned against the wall, blue and yellow tiled,
Your gaze so sweet it warms me still, though now
The night grows late, the woods are deep and wild

What we grasp we cannot keep. Now exiled,
I watch in silence as you slip away,
The woman buried deep within the child

Love held me in her gaze, so soft and mild
I drifted like the lazy stars—but now
The night grows late, the woods are deep and wild
The woman buried deep within the child

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