Set Me Free

Dark into the night we talked.
Long into the night we whispered.
Silly nothings, lover's somethings
Until ourselves we slept.

Dreaming into the dawn hours.
Bound in springtime's charm and glamour
We desired something more,
But to hear our hearts enamored.

One day began as a miss
The next as a wish
Into the week I craved
Into the month it was mist . . .

One day you called and said the truth
And fully waked I came.
The long sleep of the dream cast off
You apologized; it was a game.

Copyright © 2006 Ann Marie Meadows (Poetry.com)
Copyright © 2009 Ann Marie Meadows (Lulu.Poetry.com)
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