She Dreamt.
She was so haunted by memories so, so untrue,
as sometimes dreamt by others, perhaps by YOU?
Shared precious non-moments she had with ‘him',
romantic moments based on hopes so, so slim.
I'd help her non-moments to come oh, oh so true,
if I had the power to turn clouds from gray to blue.
Alas, I've no such power and doubt it exists; I do.
So, I'll just wish her luck & love.May it come true!
(August ….1st ….2019)
Bri, this has a lullaby quality...genius. This is one of your best. And I'll be visiting Lora Colon's page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a charming reply to Lora's haunting love poem