A Midnight Dream
Its warming glow says welcome home,
Sit in a chair and stop awhile
Meanwhile through the day gently roam,
Memories roam then softly smile.
An evening spent by the fireside,
Inside my mind of restless thoughts,
Old thoughts, new thoughts, I can’t confide,
Bona fide thoughts so long I’ve fought.
By the fire a decision made,
Made while searching a midnight dream,
The dream that would not drift nor fade,
The faded self has found esteem.
Form: Wreathed Quatrains
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