I felt you in my dreams last night
Like always my dreams of you are peripheral
An overheard conversation where your name is mentionned
A letter in my hand I try desperately to read before I wake
It's as though my dreams are a mirror of my waking world
Like finding myself walking down the street where I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of you
Only to look again and realize it wasn't you after all.
YOU ARE READING
Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoetryJust another very thoughtful girl. * Spreading thoughts since 1996 * (Not all -but almost all - poems are mine). All rights reserved.
