passing by

A first poem posted.

I dreamt of ghosts last night
they said they dreamt of me
we met in passing from wake to sleep
exchanging warnings, secrets, clues to spy
markers placed to keep our way
shading the worlds we would find
and in passing to whisper
tomorrow when you wake,
remember I

Reviews

[Honey-Bee]

Cute poem! I like the part where you say..they said they dreamt of me we met in passing from wake to sleep. Keep up the good work!

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

This is a very interesting piece despite it's short length. I can imagine the excitement that comes from either actually coming face to face with a spirit, or in the very least, imagining it. It is a neat thought to think. Great work on the poem. I love the way that it opened up.