Dream Time Is Over
Light hues washed over her.
Visions of a forgotten lover,
In a land of unrembrance.
A scene stuck in time.
She was dreaming.
Her cavern of possibility,
Where electricity flows,
And thoughts are written in stone,
Yet wiped away with dawn.
She was waking.
Distant memories flooded over her.
But with every passing second,
Her memories became less and less distant.
Now, so real.
Reality kicked in.
An alarm sounded.
A light flicked on.
And with that,
She rose.
Her time for dreaming was over.
Copyright © Just Maye | Year Posted 2016
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