Seven Dreams of You
In the first I sat idle, useless, alone
A statue in memorium
As if you’d carved me into stone
The second woke me startled
I felt no Earth beneath my feet
Tumbled through the ether
Felt your hot, white heat
In one, you simply walked away and drifted out of sight
I woke up crying that night
The sweetest left me reeling; hungry for more
In my saddest,
You were waves and I was shore
My favorite was of you and I lying comfortably in bed
And all the things that swirl around, were quiet in my head
In the last and final dream I had, no image carried through
There was just a whisper; the lonely ghost of you
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