The Dream ~ Billy J Barnard
That was a great dream.
I am going to have to remember this one.
And as suddenly as I have the thought, I forget the dream.
The dream is still here, it drifts close to my memory,
but stays just out of reach.
As I sense the dream, still dancing, inches from my grasp.
I remember the way the dream made me feel.
Warm, safe, and wanting more.
Not unlike the feeling of a new love.
Love I promise to forever, but lose to time.
Desperately needing that feeling,
I seek a replacement.
The more desperate I become,
the more I open my heart to imposters.
And, I begin the dream again.
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