I dreamed of Sylvia
She showed up in my Chardonnay
She showed up in my white lines
back in the day
I dreamed of Anne
She said, 'Straight, no chaser'
She whispered that my nervous shadow
doesn't impress her
I dreamed of Ian
He touched me around the neck
He touched my hair and sang
like a train wreck
(he's perfect like that...)
I dreamed of myself
I begged from the moon, don't land
I begged in the mirror, disconnect
Let go of my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Casey Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken