Dream For Sale Poem by Isunge Mwangase

Dream For Sale



Lets trade dreams you and I,
I know i'll dream of her-
I don't want to anymore,
My heart bled her last drop.

Its not the same dream I dream,
Every night my dream continues,
From where it left off last I slept.

I know it sounds fantastic,
But it is not at all-
Though at first I found it pleasant,
I live dreaming and die living.

In my dreams, we're now old-
Three children, seven grandchildren-
Our house is on a sea shore,
Our home is a fruit of love.

When I wake though, we are not,
The hands of time hold us apart,
But why then of her do I dream,
If my soul to her forms not a bridge?

© Monday, January 7,2013.

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