Reviving Dreams of the Living Dead
by Angela Lansbury
In my dreams the dead are living
My creative mind keeps giving
Life to them, it keeps beguiling
As they stroll around, still smiling
They walk and talk, don't whisper, shout
But, independent, roam about
Yet in the cruel truth of day
Their images just fade away
The day moves on to fresh new joys
To little laughing girls and boys
'til, clearer than my struggling pen,
Silk pillows lift my dreams again.
-ends-
copyright Angela Lansbury Oct 9th 2015
by Angela Lansbury
In my dreams the dead are living
My creative mind keeps giving
Life to them, it keeps beguiling
As they stroll around, still smiling
They walk and talk, don't whisper, shout
But, independent, roam about
Yet in the cruel truth of day
Their images just fade away
The day moves on to fresh new joys
To little laughing girls and boys
'til, clearer than my struggling pen,
Silk pillows lift my dreams again.
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copyright Angela Lansbury Oct 9th 2015
