2015/10/25

her image

I dreamt
of my daughter
holding me
with her words
as we drove
from the ocean
toward a world
that is not mine
and never
will be
I awoke
in love
her image
keeping
the room
whole
later when
the tears
came
I thought
to keep
this world
away
to let all
dreams
fall
like paper
mountains
in the sky


Raymond Grenfell (Western Australia)
First published on Raymond's blog An attempt at humanity through attempted poetry?

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