Who Is That Dream?

Who is that dream? Hiding behind the hedges, boots flashing, tugging at my memory.

Who is that dream? Just eyes glowing, a gentle fire, yet still of flame.

Who is that dream? Gentle choruses echoing our hearts unknowingly.

Do I wake from dreams, or dream of waking? Oh to muddle them indefinitely!

Who is that dream? Feelings from youth; to be held, a scent, a longing.

The dream is my father. He is gone, and will not come again but in dreams.




Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2012-10-18 at 02:20

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A good flow and some nice imagery with a poignant ending which ties it all together. Enjoyed the read.
2012-10-20