The Bluestone Review Spring 2022

Beth by Nancy M. Davis As I lay sleeping, darling, I had a dream. I saw you walking on a cloud in a moonbeam.

Your hair was touched with stardust in silvery light, And you had on a silken gown of misty white. The fog-like clouds swept ‘round you so calm and cool, Your beauty, like a lily on a dark pool. I felt that you were wandering in search of me, I called your name in tears of joy, you turned to see. The beauty of an angel was in your face. I reached to take you back with me And found – blank space. I woke in empty darkness To mourn your death, And heard the echo of my voice “Beth… Beth…

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