Closet Of Dreams

A familiar song or passing thought
Opens the closet door to dreams
Hanging there like beautiful dresses

Rainbows of gossamer whispers without seams
Multi colors of seasons of love of the past
Scented by words of passion meant to last

One by one I grasp a wisp of a dream
Holding tightly for a moment
Before it vanishes into the yesterdays

In awe I stand in sweet regret
And wonder if you remember me yet
Then softly the door closes
Upon the closet of dreams
By Bonnie Ray
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May You always be covered by God's pure love!

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