Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


my dreams follow me into waking
like fireflies fading in the morning light

a hand I held while asleep is withdrawn
yet the warmth of friendship still remains and follows me throughout the early moments of this day

caught between reality and dreams
it is difficult to determine what is more relevant or real
what is still velveteen or what has been made flesh

outside my window the mourning dove calls me into another day of walking between my two everpresent lives

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