Nightmare Blue

Woman, thy name is unattainable.

At once far away and yet

Too close to what I am,

She leaves, as she always does.

My real fancied friend

And lover, but not for long,

What is it in my song

That sends her on her way?

Hold her heart, or

Hold her hand,

Like wind blown sand,

She slips away from this world

That imagination knew,

Or glimpsed in a dream,

My dream, Our dream,

A deeper shade of nightmare blue.


copyright r.b.franklin 14/04/06

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