Dream Voice Sonnet
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Barry Middleton
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As silent midnight brings a ghost,
a shadowed echo of the past
will speak enchanting foolish words
of how our love has never died.
And yet I reach into the dark
to find the heart of emptiness
that time has failed to rightly hide.
But I would sooner have this ghost
than face a night of mute despair.
The hush pretends that love survives
within the chasm of the shade
where fictive haunting dreams are made.
And though the spirit voice deceives,
I will await its whispered lie.
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