This Is What I Dreamed
Nothing here is sacred.
Just pieces of history.
Patterns with no mystery.
Life's all calm.
Precious in a space with no crime.
I have so much time.
This is what I dreamed.
Something with savours of rhyme.
Dripping with flavours:
biscuits, cheese and wine.
Chocolates and cream.
I'm floating on a breeze,
drinking what I please,
surrounded by pleasant trees.
So far from the highs of my youth.
Childhood was rough,
with walls and stuff,
covered with photographs.
Memories that take me to
places my head wants to go.
I'm lured by the pictures that make my nights glow.
This is what I dreamed.
Recollecting the sense that it made at the time,
I am free now from challenge to
run.
I'm living from all that I've done
This is what I dreamed
My childhood is washed with emotions diluted
but pictures and memories remain.
Pictures and memories remain.
This is what I dreamed.
This is what I dreamed.
Copyright © Steve Tomlin | Year Posted 2016
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