Interlude Poem by Mary Champion

Interlude

Waking from the dreamtime,
stripped of all illusion,
naked of artifice -
innocent love
is rediscovered
in the brief new dawn.
Then the life flow ebbs
and we resume our dreams.

Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,waking
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