Monday poem

Listen here 

 

I dreamt of you

last night

 

a gentle dream

where we were lying

 

in a field of flowers:

 

kaleidoscope of nature

that you’d seamed,

 

a reclaimed rosary

of faith,

 

from broken bottles

shattered heartbeats

 

life’s landfill.

 

You had a question

on your lips

 

a question mark

of hope

 

of things that we

might be

 

places to be seen

hours of unchained

 

conversation.

 

You had a question

& it seems,

 

it’s maybe time

to ask it.

 

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