Dimension of Dreams
Fleeting, floating, flying high
I am caught up
between clouds and shadows
where dreams and memories mingle.
Scenes from long ago beckon
just beyond the recesses of my mind
like an obscure fog, drifting
without a course or compass.
Echoes of the past press upon me
I hear voices of children laughing
my mother’s sweet face, her smile
dad’s reassuring pat on my shoulder
my sister singing as she plays our piano.
And I, not sure of the when or how
feel happy, calm and contented
within this ethereal dimension
where a small glimpse of heaven
resides here within my dreams.
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