A Dream

the honeysuckle lane was from my babysitters back yard..she was an old woman who use to scare the hell out of us with her scarry stories..this is the dream I had

I'm walking down the honeysuckle lane of my youth,

                  

absorbing the smells, remembering the sights, searching for truth

                 

gazing over the water, my dear departed sister I see

               

becomming ecstatic, forgetting I'm an old woman I start to run

 

As I see her running beside me across the creek

 

Just then I realize she's maybe nine or ten

 

Excitement overtakes me for I know once I get across I will be a child again

 

My soul so wants to play the clapping games of yesterday,

 

I see a glimpse of the bridge ahead, then............

 

damn, now I'm awake

 

 

 

Reviews

[Anicca]

Lovely, the power of dreams is immense. Its lovely that you went back in time for this one as I often find dreams normally look to the future which is disappointing when the past is worth reliving in sleep. Thanks for sharing!

[Bubo]

Some dreams bring such joy.........I dream of my children alot as babies that I can still carry.........and always feel so sad when I wake up, you captured this really well with your words.........

[DalainaRenee]

I think we all long for the simple days of our childhood and try to find them by creating new memories of our past! Well written!

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. oh, that's amazing ... i marvel at those who can interpret dreams ... it's a skill i yearn to have ... because this is so profound ... the sheer time travel ... it must be a message from your subconscious mind ... maybe to just revisit your childhood ... and some of the best moments ... :) ...