All Over Again

All Over Again

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Last night, your precious ghost
Came and waltzed me to sleep.
Singing in that charming voice.
Delighted to keep me company
Throughout the stillest night.
I could only blush through darkness
As your ghost and I
Gently gliding through an atmosphere of notes.
Hearing the melody.
Falling in love with you
All over again.

© 2013 I Am Svetlana


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Pax
a ghost of the past hunting our dreams, making us fall all over again and again...
dreams makes us wish it happens again, as if you don't want to wake up on this lovely sleep...
its always so good to dream those precious moments shared by your loveone...
really good, and well expressed my friend...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I loved the image of blushing through darkness...I would call it a tale of lost love but this ghost is so vivid and omnipresent that there is no real sense of loss, more like a lament that these reunions are subject to the ways of time, and one can never be sure if time will allow this reunion to happen on a consistent basis...a poignant and romantic piece, well done :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is just hauntingly beautiful. You and your pen have a special kind of magic...that always touches the heart and soul..xo

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm reading and rereading this while listening to "Spanish Doll" by Poe and the Giancarlo Angioni version of "The Windmills of Your Mind". I know where my ghosts lie. Indelibly close to home. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Being haunted by a past lover, I like this one, falling in love whilst asleep sounds good to me, nicely pen'd!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is beautiful. I have never really been able to understand poetry but wow. This is amazing

Posted 12 Years Ago


I Am Svetlana

12 Years Ago

Wow, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
The past is forever haunting the present, and the future I suspect. Memories are like charms on a braclet; they can be tucked away in a box, but they are always there ready to be worn (or relived) when we need them the most. This was a thought provoking piece that reminded me of certain pieces of my own past...shards of perception and anticipation. I'm always fascinated by the way that the mind recalls events, places, people, etc. Nicely written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Pax
a ghost of the past hunting our dreams, making us fall all over again and again...
dreams makes us wish it happens again, as if you don't want to wake up on this lovely sleep...
its always so good to dream those precious moments shared by your loveone...
really good, and well expressed my friend...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hmmmm.. I like this. It's short, but it's theme and flow make up for that. Very nice. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..