Stacey Flowers
Rock Hill, South Carolina
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Dream Lover
He stole softly into her dreams,
like a mysterious Aztec god.
Whispering softly into her ear of
what had been, and of what
would be.
Caressing her softly,
Slowly stoking the fire within her.
She dreamed of passions,
long ago lived.
Softly she moaned and turned.
She reached to touch him,
feeling only the softness of air.
She turned, searching for him.
From a dark cloud, he returns
to her.
Kissing her gently,
Caressing her slowly.
She pulls him near.
But, he has gone.
Retreating once more into
the mysterious fog of
memory and time.
She lies back,
Closes her eyes,
And waits for him to come
and claim her one more time
Indian Tears
The hawk flies gracefully
into the sky carrying the
Indians' prayers to the
Great Father.
Prayers of a victorious
battle as a warriour,
and prayers of being
joined with his wife.
The fair Indian squaw
who died from the white
mans disease,
While the medicine man
chanted.
The young warrior sits
before his fire and chants
his war song,
Preparing for battle, and
death.
And as he prays,
He silently cries.
Tears of sorrow falling
from his eyes.
Quiet, proud, tears that
no one sees nor hear.
Indian tears.
Lightning Flashes
Dark, angry clouds fill the
nighttime sky.
The air is thick and heavy.
Lightning flashes!
On a nearby hilltop a
wooden cross is briefly
illuminated.
Thunder rolls.
A hammering sound echoes
from the hill.
Coming from the cross.
Lightning flashes!
Weeping is heard from
everyside,
Surrounding the cross.
Rain softly falls.
Lightning flashes!
A figure stands by the
cross.
The wind blows gently,
The words, "I love you"
float to my ears.
I feel comforted.
Lightning flashes!
A chorus of angels
surround the cross,
Illuminating the sky.
Lightning flashes!
Christ died for me on
that cross,
Christ lives for me.
Lightning flashes!
The cross is bare.
Lightning flashes!
The cross is gone.
Lightning flashes!
Christ stands beside me.
Lightning flashes!
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