Dreams
I see it in my dreams, a thing I will never have,
There is a white house, in a field of flowers,
So many types, I am incapable of naming them all,
There is a swinging bench on a small front porch,
A great big dog, laying in front of a green door,
A child is laughing somewhere inside the big white house,
A man stands next to me,
He is gentle, beautiful, and never do I doubt him,
A plain gold band is around my finger, I’m smiling
I have a sun room, filled with so many plants,
My closet is full of clothes I’m confident wearing,
We have breakfast every morning, no harsh words,
I share my bed with someone who loves me,
And I love them even greater than myself,
There’s 2 cars in front of the white house,
A beat up truck, and a little town car,
I see a life I never will have, only when I dream,
Such love, such simplicity,
And then I return to my life, full of so much pain,
I wish for that white house now, even when my eyes are open,
I listen for that laughter,
I feel for the other person in my bed,
Yet never are they there, and I realize I am alone,
There is no white house, no big dog, no love, no child,
Because I never will have that life, nor those things,
I would be angry, if I had not already known,
I can only dream of such things
Copyright © Pamela Shepard | Year Posted 2021
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