A memory

A Memory

 

I have a memory.

This memory starts with waking up from a dream,

But the dream is no longer a part of the memory.

I`m in my room lying upon my bed.

At the end of the bed i see the sun.

It was not our sun, it was my sun.

It shone so bright it almost hurt, but only almost.

Underneath the sunlight touched an ocean

It was not a wide ocean, but a deep one.

The sun made the top of the water sparkle

And suddenly i could feel myself get lost in the ocean,

But a sound took me back.

A sound carried by a soft brise.

 

It`s a good memory

So why does it hurt so much

to remember?

Author's Note

I dont know if this is a poem, i just wanted to share it

Reviews

[siddhi]

thankyou for posting such a lovely peotry
quality matters not quantity




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siddhi

[Together V]

Thank you for reading and reviewing it. didnt think anyone would

Michael

[siddhi]

you never should think that


siddhi