Slept like a baby. I tired myself out writing that dang story. For those of you that read it, I welcome feedback.
I’m glad to fall into a poem this morning. Soften my edges a little.
I dreamt of you last night
rare to do I hold another to my dreams
faces are often blurred in
the vividness of my sleep stories
there you were, the same
just the same even in my dream
I wanted you different
just the same as I did awake
I dreamt of you last night
wanting the impossible dream
of you and me and life
melding cohesively
there you were the same
your charm not withstanding
the barrage of changes
that would give togetherness
I dreamt of you last night
I gave into the memory lost
to my wakefulness
pleasured in the charm of you
there you were the same
I let that be.
22 august 2011 > 16/7 > tower/chariot
How do you define ‘power’ and how do you use yours?
What do you ‘stand’ for?
What holds you grounded and stable?
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 