Serenade Dreams
And echoes of you singing in my head
The tap of a stone at my window
Wakes me
Crawling out of bed
Eyes Red
Open the shades
Evening dark fades
To morning blue
And visions of you
Guitar in hand
Singing to me
Love
Fate
The early sun touches the sky
It’s getting late
You finish your song
Wave goodbye
Our eyes lock in an embrace
A sad smile crosses your face
You vanish
Leaving serenade dreams
And echoes of you
Singing in my head
Waking in bed
I reach to my right
It was just a dream
You’re gone
It’s dark
Still night
Sleep escapes
I lie alone
And listen for the tap of a stone
© Lon Casler Bixby
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Lon Casler Bixby
Lon Casler Bixby is a published author: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, & Comic Books. He's also an award-winning photographer whose work has been featured in magazines, art & coffee table books, & in Art Galleries throughout the world.
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