The Dream Merchants Poem by Gert Strydom
The Dream Merchants
You wanted dreams,
but didn’t have any
or so you thought
as if they had been robbed from you
by weird goblins
during the dark night
who were ready to sell them
to each and any one
but you
and were there
when ever you closed your eyes.
Yet, I heard you talk in your sleep
and sometimes having fun
and at other times having night mares
you slept next to me dreaming on.
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