If there was some way to remember that dream in detail I don't know if I would want to. Yet even as I groggily blinked my eyes and reached across my night stand for my glasses I could feel it slipping away; like fine sand pouring through my fingers, and I felt the urge to scream at it's loss.

Keeping a friend company
a pleasant walk through a busy street
children laughing
-a kiss on the cheek?
A new friend added to the mix?
A kitchen table rendezvous
Racing through moonlit streets
A familiar face
-a familiar hug
-a well known broken smile
Laughter apart
-a hug good morning
back where we started

» kkama67 on 2006-11-18 10:28:34

Nice
you write it in the poem form?
easy to understand... i try to write my dream in a poem form but i fail to do so...
» jolenesiah on 2006-11-18 11:39:57

nah
the dream is mine to keep.

and it's not a poem. It's just brief throughts randomly typed out explaining that day.
» Helena on 2006-11-19 10:30:09

I'm sure that's what poets say...
» elessar257 on 2006-11-19 05:34:13

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