Without a backward glance, he stepped down from the train.
It was then she knew,
her heart would never heal.
Showing posts with label In dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In dreams. Show all posts
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Sleep, repose, slumber, rest


That's all I've seemed to do this weekend.
I woke this morning at half seven,
a tiny little bumble bee
was buzzing on the inside of the attic window.
We started to watch a movie
( Everything is illuminated )
and it's
beauty and music and simple story
quite made me ache.
*I'll just close my eyes for a second,*
I thought
after the last chords died away around
10:30 am ~
not knowing
I would fall down a tunnel of repose.
From which,
I've just wakened.
In my dreams I dreamed of fields
full of sunflowers and
my favourite stationery shop.
Then I couldn't find the car so I took
a taxi home.
In dreams,
we go everywhere it seems.
Now,
there is a smell of lemons
floating up from the kitchen.
I wonder what goes on,
in my repose.
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