The Dancer
The night I slept, I awoke in a dream
And there you stood, this lovely beam
Casting your poise, your beauty fair
As music dances in midnight’s air.
You are the song of the Troubadour,
The lute and gay tambour
loved of yore.
You dance the mazy dance of old
With your flowing robe laced with gold
And your gay attire and jeweled hair
Brush by me the odors sweet,
Where in a dream I came
To kneel and breathe love’s ardent flame
That lays burning beneath your feet.
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I am who I think I am
Not all you think you see
I am captain of my soul
Treading in the sea.
Robert A Meacham
I am who I think I am
Not all you think you see
I am captain of my soul
Treading in the sea.
Robert A Meacham
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- Robert A Meacham
- Texas, United States
- Creative writing has always been a passion with me. I currently write short stories for the amazon shorts program and have two projects in the works, mystery novels. My family is my inspiration.
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