the reality of dreaming

Sweet and poignant too.

hazel meadows

last night I had a dream

falling leaves swirled

and the smell of campfire

as I walked alone

down a darkened alley

my mind on thoughts

other than the present

at some point

the street lights came on

and you spoke to me

it was all in my head

but you were speaking

and I could hear you

as I listened to catch every word

my face felt wet

and I woke

with my pillow damp

and my heart empty

View original post

By penwithlit

Freelance writer and radio presenter

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.