Last Night I Dreamed

Not quite venting, but not quite a love poem, either

Last night I dreamed

That I was dreaming of you

On a darkened, ebony-hued

Crystal moon blue shore

 

The air wet with sound

From cicada and water-lapped sand

As a windy brass band jangled the trees

And left a soft caress upon our cheeks

 

Your champagne laugh bubbled forth,

Teasing tendrils echoing away into the night

The soft light of dying sun wrapped in a warm embrace

Around your form, a tailored suit and tightly worn

 

The tender, tantalizing touch of your hand against mine

Filled my veins like the finest wine, heart pounding

Head-rushing, warm life blushing my cheeks

Turning to you only to find sweet release

 

Suddenly, startling bright light of day

Like a stranger’s touch, rough and unkind

An intruder, unwanted, yet coming anyway

Breaks my reverie, steals me away

Binding, chaining, forcing reality

 

I watched you as you disappeared

Dust in the wind, a view from the rear

Of a speeding car barreling near

Too close to the edge, but going without fear

 

My days are stolen, toiled, spent

But of you, nights filled and kept

Dreaming of you with my last waking breath-

 

And

Last night,

I dreamed

That I was dreaming of you…

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[Emily B]

i have that dream a lot