Poetry: Love Never Dies

image2-1Love Never Dies

Dreams begin with a siren song.

That lures our beloved dead.

To life in our unconscious world.

By day they watch our struggles.

Our successes.

At night they are resurrected in our dreams.

No longer a ghost.

A physical being once more.

We keep our dead alive in dreams.

They re-enter our lives.

Crossing the lines that divide.

The living and the dead.

Journey through space and time.

To relay messages.


Reminders that they are still here.

Traveling from the great beyond.

Back down to earth.

Love can never die.


About Lisa Lunney

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Autumn/Winter lover. She excels at communications and writes for pleasure and profession.
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