Each reality of today
Was someone’s dream ofyesterday.
Perhaps unknown,
Unfelt,
Unseen,
A feathered angel lost insleep.
Stealth shadows fromanother world
That slowly seep into themind
And brighten with thedaylight’s touch
Until tomorrow is today
And we can see her rosycheeks,
Feel her warming gentletouch,
Hold the hope that sheinspires
And taste the nectar
In her kiss.
Published on March 16, 2024 03:02