I usually remember my dreams on waking and some times they organise themselves into a poem.
dream number two
the wedding party spilled from the building
not caring relaxed laughing
I searched you out noted you had changed back
into the dress you wore the day before
there was no need for words
there never had been
the cars quickly became bored with waiting
their horns began to honk
the wedding guests like a river
flowed into the souk
I was left on the pavement
You can read number one here.
dream number three
I dreamed you last night
you had not aged
I cannot remember what you said
just your smile
that quiet calm that was
always at your centre
I woke up feeling one skin short
as if I had slept too long
and woken in the wrong world
I was pleased with the feel of all three poems, they capture that longing.
The wondrous Annabelle Chvostek has a new album coming out soon. I for one can't wait. Here is the first single Walls.
Until next time.