In
my dream I carved my beloved from a stone of marble.
With
each strike of my mallet as pieces of stone fell
I saw a past life where we had
loved.
As
I carved I could hear her laughter and song coming from the stone.
To
the image I danced the sculptor's sacred dance and chanted
the dreamer’s prayer
of love.
In
love with an idea carved from my desires,
I watched as angels came to awaken
the soul of my statue.
I
kissed her and felt the soft moist lips of my dream come to life.
And
we danced the sacred dance of an eternal love.
When
I awoke, I was but a small stone in the palm of a woman’s hand,
as her thoughts
reflected on an eternal love of a man
that loved her so passionately.
~ Casey ~
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