A Dream Replayed
Many of my sleep dreams do fade
Like the soaring birds in flight,
But there's one that seems replayed-
I inherit a house from who knows who.
Old furniture with many drawers fills each room.
Some are open and some slightly askew.
Vintage hankies, linens and lace, it must be a delusion.
Enthralled, so many more drawers yet to open.
My dream begins to fade, this can't be the conclusion.
Each and every time this dream fades right here.
Like a broken projector reel,
It flicks, the picture jumps and blears.
"Curiosity killed the cat" it's said,
But so many drawers not yet opened.
This dream I do wish would continue ahead.
05/05/2013
For Russell Sivey's contest, 'Dreams'
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
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