Waking Moments
Thanks for stopping by
You always seem to know
When my heart needs you most.
I dreamt of you last night.
I don’t know why
Or what brings you to me
moreso than the others?
But you always show up
You were with your dad
He was holding you.
Both in gray sweaters
Matching maybe?
Eyes so gray-green–
Red curls everywhere
You looked like a doll.
He was afraid of dropping you.
You were reaching for me…
I woke up
Before I could touch you.
But I saw you at least,
for a moment
Always in colors
that don’t exist.
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“Always in colors
that don’t exist”
💔
Perfect close.
Those beautiful last two lines! Dream poems can be so close to truth because they break conscious boundaries. Love this!