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?
not down from clouds
and skies and empty blue vastness
from those fears
buried in our earthen hearts
watered and hoed
the dream announces
itself like an old-fashion social call,
card in hand and jerks us
down the dark alley.