'The Dream' Poem by Erin Seenauth
'The Dream'
The black star sky rises up over the moon,
my light shows dimly down here in my room.
Everyone's asleep,
Under me the floor boards creek.
I lay, now on the grass
wet with dew, i sigh & look as everything takes up mass.
Fireflies twinkle, like stars up in the moon,
I wake up & find myself in my bed, in my room.
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