In my dreams,
“Sorry that I berated you”; you
Against God. [The separation]
Like piano keys—
They’re there, technically—the sweet music
Of kissing you in my dreams. I don’t know much
About the piano, but I know this is such: I was a piano,
Once. And I learned what the word
Berated means, in my dream, because
You were connected to mine [my mind]
…Somehow…
I do not ever want that word to be erased—berated
Because of you saying
That “We, as poets, are all on the same wavelength”.
And out thoughts were syncopated,
Like a pianist learning violin.
“Lots of what ifs”.
If only
In our dreams.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
In my dreams,
“Sorry that I berated you”; you
Against God. [The separation]
Like piano keys—
They’re there, technically—the sweet music
Of kissing you in my dreams. I don’t know much
About the piano, but I know this is such: I was a piano,
Once. And I learned what the word
Berated means, in my dream, because
You were connected to mine [my mind]
…Somehow…
I do not ever want that word to be erased—berated
Because of you saying
That “We, as poets, are all on the same wavelength”.
And out thoughts were syncopated,
Like a pianist learning violin.
“Lots of what ifs”.
If only
In our dreams.
©2025Ellen Finn
