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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