her dreams are in color
she thinksbut is not sure
checks her face
in the morning mirror
searching for smudges
of blue, silver, ochre
the dreams are not real
but the feelings
that travel with them are
not today or tomorrow
or even next month
but someday
in the not so far away
there will be no memories
only feelings
2 comments:
One of your best by far.
Thanks. It was one of those gift poems. A gift of the ethers.
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