Dreamland Poem by Bryan Taplits
Dreamland
I see her still,
a wisp, a gleam
I offer my hand to take,
But just as my wish-hand touches,
That's when I start awake.
A salty veil stings my eyes-
the rivulets, hard they run,
Down my cheeks, and down my chin-
They land upon the ground.
I blink my eyes I see once more just what I had dreamt-
A sodden, storied sight-
Both Reverent and Renascent.
And now, my dear, 'Good night.'
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