Wander Dream in Spirit

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In a wander dream I travel through other realms.
Where is this place where mists enfold me?
Who is this man who loves me and wants to hold me?

I know him from long ago, long before this life.
I feel his touch and hold him near.
We talk, he pleads for me to go with him,
As we each shed a tear.

I cannot leave my home and go with you,
It is not the right time .
I want to be with you,
Feel your heart beat close to mine.

In another life we were together,
Beloved to each other.
We promised our love forever,
Though we each would love another.

Each life we lived was different,
Each love was honest and true.
Yet in spirit we always knew
You belonged with me and I with you.

I am afaid he says, of what lies ahead,
Afraid to be alone, I fear I will die.
I will be with you in spirit I say.
We hold each other and cry.

Yet, he is still afraid and reaches for me,
As I reach out for him he fades away.
I promise, I call, I will be with you.
You will never be alone on any day.

We each had to live our own lives
And each follow our intended path.
His fear was real and the day came
When he was in a plane crash.

He did survive, but years of care
Was needed to recover fully.
We were together in spirit only
And another loved him dearly.

I awake with a torn and broken heart
From my wander dream of love.
And my soul cried out for him,
For this man I knew only in spirit.
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I wrote this poem about forty-five years ago. It was a few days after I had my wander dream. I was so
broken and felt so alone. It helped me to write it. I never published it, just kept it in a dream journal.
The wander dream was the first of many such experiences that made me aware of past lives and twin
souls.

I actually met that man thirty years after the dream. We became very good friends online only and
kept in touch for several years. We had each married another and knew we would not be together in
this life. Eventually we lost touch, which was meant to be. Like in the wander dream, we each had
an intended path to follow and we held true to it. Our friendship made both of us spiritually stronger,
for we learned that love is the greatest gift of all.
© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

7 thoughts on “Wander Dream in Spirit

  • August 31, 2016 at 7:45 PM
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    A lovely heartwarming piece Phyllis, of soul mates and how time can part us from our hearts desire. I believe also that one day you will be together, when the time is right. Beautifully emoted and penned. Lovely.

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  • August 31, 2016 at 7:55 PM
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    Thank you, Tony, for the very nice comment. Not many would understand such an experience and I am glad you did. What was so profound and gave me proof of the reality of it is that in the dream when he gave me his full name, which I never forgot. Thirty years later when I saw his name in a comment on one of my articles, I was stunned. Thanks again.

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  • September 1, 2016 at 3:20 AM
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    Truly love every word from the heart Thank you for sharing

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  • September 2, 2016 at 8:02 PM
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    Beautiful poem and story, Phyllis. Actually it has inspired me to try a poem of this nature. Seems a good idea. We all have someone out there that might have been, don’t we?
    I need to look into the poetry book thing we got an email about. Is it covered here somewhere more? Can the poems be ones we have published here or not?

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  • September 17, 2016 at 5:26 PM
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    Currently Phyllis my wife and I are struggling. This is when things get hard. Both of us seem lost and we are trying to find our way back to each other. I hope. Only time will see and for the moment the kids find joy. Jamie

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