poetry, Syllable Tapestries

The Dream I Had

The dream:
I walked endlessly.
Eyes lids raised.
The river was long.
Tar stained my feet black,
and tears, my checks.
How many times did I dock
and ask for a little clarity on the matter.

I am bequeathed only a hug,
a word
& a soft kiss.
I drift
farther
uncertain of its intensity.

I built such a beautiful picture
Of what life should….
Be.
Oh…the house.
What a place.
The garden was marvelous:
A fluttering dream.
But for some reason
I can’t get out of it.

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