Friday, March 20, 2020

A Morning Poem

Dream World

You know that place between sleep and awake.  The place where you can still remember dreaming.  That's where I'll always love you.  -- Tinkerbell in "Hook"



He came to me last night.
Or did I come to him?
Who can tell in a dream?

But we had a wild time.
Hunting pirates, saving a princess.
Being fearless.

I loved him most when he was wild.
Not boy, but a creature so free he'd crow.

Then morning came.
He slid away whispering, "Darling, I had the wildest dream."

And my dream abandoned me again.

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