When The Clock Strikes
2 August, 2006
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
The clock struck four
And I looked for you
But you were not there
For you were only a memory
Had you ever been real
Were you but a wisp of a dream
Somehow I hear you
From time to time
A voice in my mind
Directing my path
But are you real
Perhaps when the clock strikes twelve
I will look for you
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, August 3 2006, 05:41 pm|
When the clock strikes....lovin' this one!
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 02:50 am|
I sense you are missing someone you love in this.Did I interpret it right. or am I way off?
|Dreamer (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 12:42 pm|
you are sort of right. I wrote this after watching an old movie "The Ghost and Mrs Muir"
|BARB (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 02:54 pm|
I got the part right about no longer here, a ghost lol
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