Last Night - But A Dream - Poem by Ben Gieske
You left me last night
Your car’s hum holding me tight
Your footsteps whispering still
Like a mouse in the night
Your words invaded my sleep
And my heart began to beat
Like a thunder cloud prowling the sky.
Murmurings of lake waters
the cliff’s edge and such intrigue
cascading into a waterfall
“Life is not a dream, but it may come to be a dream.”
- April 1,2008
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