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Into Dream

When the Truth is Smothered by Longing

By Tas The Artist Published about 6 hours ago 1 min read
Into Dream
Photo by Bruce Christianson on Unsplash

A hint of lavender,

Purple petals caress my cheek.

The BBQ is fired up,

A song plays.

Mom is in the garden,

Dad is on the lawn;

Dinner will be ready before long.

This is what it feels like.

To have you both there,

Family game nights,

I go to prom.

But you are not there.

I wish you would come back,

Bounce me on your knee.

Build me a tree house,

Out back in the aspen tree.

Help me with the math,

That blows my mind to pieces.

I do my chores,

You give money,

Seems a fair trade.

But you are not there.

Wait, I forgot.

That is a dream world,

Not ever was it reality.

An illusion of a child’s mind.

Returning when I sleep,

Delusions of happiness.

Feelings of contentment.

When my eyes open,

The past flickers into view.

Hopes of the past,

A circumference.

Nightly returning.

Steady as the Moon,

Lingers in the sky.

Back to the dream,

Back to reality…

You were never there.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Tas The Artist

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