Before (In A Dream) - Poem by Andrew Fincham
In a dream
I met you again
And wished so deeply
I could get to know you
There was a gleam in your
Topaz blue orison, more than a look
that said to me
we'd met before.
And then what joy
(a surplus passion) wonderment and thanks
A smile to last forever
That bled into a dream on waking,
Leaving a curious sigh.
For I had remembered my favourite childhood toys were lost
In a dusty back-room.
In a house where I no longer live.
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