Weight
We danced.
In my dreams, I can dance.
We flew.
In my dreams, I can fly.
Our bodies swirled
and intertwined
above the rooftops.
In my dreams, I can love.
I wake,
once again at rest,
too stolid and solid
to dance or fly,
pinned again
by the weight of waking up.
In my dreams, I can dance.
We flew.
In my dreams, I can fly.
Our bodies swirled
and intertwined
above the rooftops.
In my dreams, I can love.
I wake,
once again at rest,
too stolid and solid
to dance or fly,
pinned again
by the weight of waking up.
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Author's Note
Dreamscapes always let you down.
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This one dances and flies, Gary, and it's heavy.
Thank you, Matt.
pinned again. *
Thank you, Tim.
"... above the rooftops"
I like the image.
Thank you, Erika.
Nicely done.
Thank you, Kitty.
Damned with gravity. Blessed with dreams and the ability to share. Cheers Gary.
Thank you, W.R. good to see you here again.
Great closing. Good piece.
Thank you, Sam.
Does recall the parable of Zhuangzi's dream of being a butterfly, until waking.
Good work.
Thank you, Edward.