I had a dream about you again.
We were on a beach, swinging on a swing set as a distant storm was rolling in from the ocean. I let go at the top of a swing and flew through the air, landing on the ground much harder than I had expected. As I laid there on the sand we laughed at how foolish I was, and how I was probably too old to be doing that sort of thing. Then, mindless of the approaching storm and the increasingly agitated ocean, we talked about our childhood dreams. You sat there on your swing, dangling your legs in front of you and kicking a hole in the sand, and you were beautiful.
I wish I knew who you were.
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
Beautiful!!!!
ReplyDeleteDreams are so wonderful...
ReplyDeleteI hate when I dream about dudes I haven't met yet. It's like, "Is this A SIGN?" or "is my brain just so totally exhausted by the boys I do know that it's gotta invent new ones?"
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ReplyDeleteso very fond of your writing am i
ReplyDeleteit makes you all the more lovely
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