The Dream
Unexpectedly,
tired and stretching out from the day
I fell asleep.
A restless, tossing interlude
in the day that continued without end
and reality was but a dream
Too soon the images truned
where life and dream
were inseparable.
Standing there
your specter presence
appeared as if it had never left.
The melody played
that old favorite song shared
suddenly resurfaced to play.
The embrace so sweet,
the dance so familiar
awakened quick then gone.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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