A Shared Dream
Chills of comfort
as smooth as skin
grazing grey stones.
In the next room-
technology is hard at work
churning, turning
while the guitar gently rifts.
Harsh winds are whipping,
we are lying
above a pale yellow floor
Dreaming-
across a hazy tundra.
Copyright © Katelyn Dobbs | Year Posted 2012
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