MY DREAM AND TIME
Clad in a long white robe
I smiled back at a young soul
A passing moment of joy
Knowing it would be the last.
Another bed whispered for help
A man, the age of my father
Worried who would care for
His family, his legacy, when he’s gone.
It was a pour from a fountain.
The sun's heat hit the curtains
And I awoke on a hotel desk
Met by a long, quiet gaze of a guest.
Then it hit me, I was dreaming.
The sands of time had slipped away
Falling through the fabric of my sleeves
All while I was fast asleep.
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