I'll See You in My Dreams
When trees darken against the sky, she sometimes drifts through a chink in my dream wall, as if she had never slipped away.
The memory ogre that nibbled away at her life – and mine - has vanished. She appears ageless, salt and pepper curls flicked back from slender forehead.
I’m caressed by the lilt of her Welsh timbre, that transports me back to childhood, when we played eyelash butterflies and she sang Calon Lan to soothe me.
Awake, melancholy ripples over me, for she has slithered back through the brickwork again. Yet her aura lingers through the day calming storms that drench me. ----------------------------------------------
Line1 was When trees blacken
L9/10 was Welsh twang
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