She said she’d had a dream, dark dream,
that you had learned that you were sick.
Divine Warning, she said. For peace,
doctor’s visit—melanoma.
My life wouldn’t change if Dad died,
she said. She’d had a dream, dark dream.
She was wrong. When she learned that
dreams do come true it was too late.
She said you weren’t really gone but
the moment they closed the casket,
she said she’d had a dream, dark dream,
she’d never see your face again.
She was wrong. Photos aren’t enough
to remember your hands on hers,
so for peace her mind sends her dreams.
She said she’s dreamed of you, dark dreams.
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Baring My Soul (poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over the years, some of them are free verse and some rhyme. The inspiration for the poems varies, but most center around some aspect of love, whether it be the joy and the pain of young love or the lov...
