Last Night, My Dream
With my eyes butterflies, that have fluttered and schemed
they have colored the night with the best of all dreams
I traveled again, to that time long ago
The dream of all dreams, one to cherish and hold
Though the volume was muted, it resounded with love
in voices so fragile, like a song of a dove
While the nightingale sang, I was under the sun
in a land far away where a childhood began
Things were more perfect, than ever they've been
With stars in my eyes, keeping light in the dim
I see us, at first, in black, white and gray
When the fog lifts, there are colors that can't fade away
Dusk purples the hillsides, where the red sun will fall
Drapes over our yard, where my brother is called
To come in for supper, for dinner grows cold
While Dad washes the dust off his face and his hands
Mom takes off an apron, and a dinner is grand
I hear mother humming, as the evening grows long
Then a dishtowel is drying, and the mending is done
Crickets are chirping and lights are turned low
My dad tends the fire, of pine scented logs
There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill's song
that drifts in moonlight, and sails by the face of the moon
There are echoes I hear, of a house in the dark
Sounds so familiar, so near, yet so far
A cat nestled close, at the foot of my bed
I am wrapped in the rapture, in a place I have known
from a time long ago, that would someday be gone
But for now, I will cherish this dream that I own
Last night in the mist that has taken me home
When the nightingale sings, I'll be under the moon
in a place far away where my childhood began~
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Submitted for Childhood Dream Contest: Sponsored By Silent One
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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