A red barn, surrounded by sunflowers,
Children laughing within the home,
A chandelier above the door,
A dog barking in the distance
Roosters crowing,
Arms enveloping their love,
A fence surrounded by purple and white flowers,
Slowly climbing an iron trellis,
Small pathways surrounding a home,
A dream I once had,
I swear I had seen it, smelt it, felt it,
A sweet smell, coffee cake, flowers,
Smiling faces, love in open arms,
A field of memories,
I swear once they were mine,
To have, to keep, to cherish,
Yet when my eyes open,
The sun is rising,
No longer am I surrounded by the sweet smells,
No longer is there laughing and love,
I walk the street, another day,
My small, cramped apartment,
Of which smells like a city,
Cold, distant, alone,
Only cherishing memories that I do not own,
I move on, working, living, and then dying,
Always in the cold places of reality,
Forever looking for the heat of the dreams.
Copyright © Pamela Shepard | Year Posted 2021