Hubert's 163rd Dream Poem by Hubert J. Humperdink
Hubert's 163rd Dream
I was lying atop a house
Surrounded by tress and sunlight
Beside me lay my first sweetheart
And we spoke of love and things that
Were our hands flittering this way
And so on
A dream
Her eyes cold and gray
How frail these hands were
Her sullen cheeks
Such death in her beauty
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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8/6/2026 12:03:48 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
deeply reflective, yet blantantly vivid. ? ....are you 21 just curious. best care, susanj.