Mysterious Dream
My bed felt like a zareba, hedging me in as I dreamt.
I had no mirror in which to peek, but I feared I was unkempt.
I watched the dream unfolding through my transparent lids.
I perceived myself as admirable, serving food to mate and kids.
Our residence seemed to be a cave, some of you would call a hovel.
The only tools that were in sight, was a prehistoric shovel.
The distant monolith I recognized as an Egyptian pyramid.
The leaders did not build them, their enslaved prisoners did.
They had not yet been invaded, all their bounty was intact.
I don't know how I knew this but I knew it was a fact.
My dream had started fading, though I wanted it to stay.
My lost ones were still with me on that prehistoric day.
I wanted so to hold them, my precious husband and my son.
I prayed the dream would be returning when another day was done.
2/26/14
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