Deja Vu

[Wanda]

Sometimes, I wake up with something I think is déjà vu
I’ve woken from a dream and usually it’s about you

And in my dream we’re still together, close as two can be
The future still a mystery, no threat to you or me

We’d catch the glow of every day and laugh into the breeze
We danced inside the raindrops and paid homage to the trees

Our fingers linked, we’d stop and drink the pleasure from our lips
The taste of life so rich we’d only take in tiny sips

Our nights burned with a passion and a heat beyond belief
Lost totally inside ourselves that passion our relief

Still entwined we’d sleep until the night turned into day
And when we'd wake we'd take each other back to yesterday

Our past became our present, tomorrow nowhere in sight
And life was sweet and beautiful each day and every night.

As I awake I reach across and touch your empty space
My hand brushes the pillow to where once you laid your face

The emptiness and ache begins - it’s lonely without you
And when you died something inside of me went with you too

Sometimes, I wake up with something I think is déjà vu
A premonition that one day will take me home to you.

- Wanda

[Heather Royle]

Loved the read - very moving!

[Wanda]

Thank you Peter...how is life treating you my friend, are you still in NZ?

[Peter Le Baige]

Exquisitely painful to read, Wanda.  But it honours that person in its finely and plainly stated pain.  You have a wonderfully open way of laying out your feelings.  'We danced inside the raindrops' is a lovely image of delight.