Open Poetry #39 |
I Saw Her Dreaming |
Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Every day I see her wandering the streets and I wonder "who are you" Somedays I make up stories about her some so absurd they make me smile some so sad they make me cry I've never seen anyone with her I've never seen anyone even speak to her She's just there right on the edge of your memory nagging you to see to see her to make her real. One day I followed her footsteps and oh the adventures we went on. Up and down the hills under the trees shivering in the cold November wind dreaming of a hot sandy beach with a warm Jamaican breeze teasing our face. A dream? A memory? I don't even know where the thought came from Was it hers...or mine? Did it matter? I touched her arm and she turned to face me. What she asked in a soft voice What indeed. I watched her walk away seeing her footsteps washed away by the oceans kiss dreaming. |
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