In Search of a Lost Soul
Late last eve I dreamt a dream
of misty rain and steam
A foggy image just out of reach
was walking on a beach
I waved my hand to say hello
who are you I wanted to know
The beach walker just walked away
onward towards the ocean’s spray
I ran with legs of leaden ore
the surf pounding at a roar
Wait, stop, talk to me, I pled
beginning to feel a sense of dread
Rainbow lights danced around and around
shimmering just off of the ground
leaving me breathless and weak
I tried my hardest to speak
Then the image stopped right there
and something happened to the air
the whole world opened unto space
as I stared into my own face
Hummmmm. Wish I could interpret this dream. RYN: If she had any idea, she didn’t share it with me, but was quite insistant that I see the doctor at the first available time…which is Oct. 31.
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did you write this??? very surreal…
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This poem is very deep.
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