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ONE HEAVENLY NIGHT

Contributed by annie on Monday, 14th April 2003 @ 11:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered

In the silence of the night I heard a sound,
Like footsteps on the stairs and all around,
How could this be I was all alone,
Then a whisper and a voice I thought was gone,
I lay so still and tried to be quite,
This had never before happened,it gave me a fright.

The voice I heard more loudly and clear,
How could this be, you seemed so near,
But I would know your laugh anywhere,
Please show yourself to me,my dear,
Never had I believed in spirits before,
Now there was one coming through my door.

He looked so young just as I remembered,
Before he left me as he surrendered,
To a death that set him free from pain,
What can I say to him,do I call his name.
For some reason I was not afraid,
Of the ghostly presence leaning over where I laid.

Just as I sat up in the bed,
He looked at me and softly said,
You look so beautiful lying there,
And haven't changed but for the gray in your hair,
I brought you from heavens garden a rose,
To remind you of my love as you know.

Then as quick as the snap of my finger,
He was gone again,this familiar stranger,
Everyone laughed at me as I tried to explain,
I might have also done the same
Except when the sun came through the window pane,
Upon my pillow a white rose, sprinkle with dew,
From heavens lovely garden to me from you.....

Annie

Copyright © annie ... [ 2003-04-14 11:35:00]
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Re: ONE HEAVENLY NIGHT (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 14th April 2003 @ 09:42:17 PM AEST
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Annie I will not laugh at you I believe this happened as my mother visits me often as well,this was touching! Christina

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