Meet me by the wooden bridge Meet me as twilight falls Carry with you a single white rose And I shall wear the colors of fall.
Meet me in my dreams Meet me just past midnight Carry with you a candle And I shall wear a gown of white.
Let us escape to dreamland Let us enjoy our enchantment Let us embrace our fantasy Let us partake in destiny.
Meet me by the wooden bridge Just at the edge of the wood Meet me just past twilight my love Listen for the sound of my flute Carry with you a single white rose And I shall wear the colors of fall Meet me on a winter’s night And claim me as your own.
I sleep under blankets from boyfriends past
One is white like clouds
The other blue like the ocean
I don’t hang onto them for sentiment
I would gladly trade them…
For a space heater
I like to be warm when I sleep
Trapped behind glass in a world of silence
A dreamer sits and watches the night
Remembering stories from a time once forgotten
About the dark lord who courts the lady of light
A far off glimmer appears in the gloom
Alas, she comes to dance to her doom
The white gowned angel and the dark demon night
Meet with a sweetness and mixing of light
Their dance as elegant as waltzes of old
Entrance the dreamer with a magickal hold
The courtship of ages comes to a close
As the lord hands the lady a single black rose
Suddenly the angel cries out in fright
And runs away from her dark demon night
She saw in his eyes her own tragic death
When night captures day and the sunlight is quenched
Alas the lord has lost his bride
She has gone to the light forever to hide
As the stars wink out one by one
the dreamer sighs with the coming of dawn
by BJH 02-06-1995
This poem was inspired by a beautiful winter sunset