31 Days of Poetry{day 22} Dream

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

What are your dreams? Do you remember their silken touch between dusk and waking? Or do you crochet them into the thread of your world? Maybe, we can ask with Langston Hughes where dream go when abandoned by morning, by a haphazard forgetter, by ourselves if we stop believing in it.

Where does a dream go after we wake?

i fancy

dreams float

not down from clouds

and skies and empty blue vastness

but up.

from those fears

buried in our earthen hearts

watered and hoed

until just–

the dream announces

itself like an old-fashion social call,

card in hand and jerks us

down the dark alley.

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