Lullaby

Between us:

rock; soil; ocean; magma.

I will endure all these miles;

to hold your hands in mine

like we did last night

in my sweetest dream.

The fragrance of your neck

is hypnotic;

your voice – a lullaby.

Dreams depict reality –

the past and the future –

accurately; like a meteorologist

predicting tomorrow’s weather.

When did being awake

become less real

than being asleep?

~

This poem was first published on Steemit.

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