Jan 2016
Over the glaciers of a dream,
gingerly,
I made my way to something beautiful last night.
I remember
nodding my head to myself—
“Yes, this is it! This is it!”
Waking up,
I hadn’t the faintest notion
what it was.
gingerly,
I made my way to something beautiful last night.
I remember
nodding my head to myself—
“Yes, this is it! This is it!”
Waking up,
I hadn’t the faintest notion
what it was.
life too seems like a beautiful dream. when we wake up, will we remember what it was all about?
