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  • Lorraine Johnson

[60] Into The Dream

Leave me by the breezy door,

the barking dog, the turning waves

clinging to the ocean's floor,

and crickets singing and distant calls,

as night creeps into my window frames.

I turn my head and go astray—

—back in time, down rocky paths,

and sandy plains, forests deep

and hills that lead to a warm embrace

Into memory lane I go—

—I shift forward and you appear

no real face have you, yet known you are

come sit beside me, and clasp my hand,

caress my cheek and call my name

As time slips slowly, quickly—

and I blink and the mirage fades

into the dream of another day.


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