One Morning
One early morning in darkest February
I will lay still in my bed
imagining a summer garden,
and you
walking toward me smiling.
It will be a dream
the way this world is a dream,
but this last time
you will take my hand;
together we will enter a better world
one only Springtime can imagine
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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