13. Residue of dreams

I wanted to write something impressionistic because I feel like I stick to straight-up narrative story-telling a lot. I’m literal-minded and only have the tiniest sprinkling of poetry in my soul 😛 Trying to evoke that feeling of waking up prematurely from a dream that you were enjoying, and you can only grasp at the faint memory of it.

Residue of dreams

There’s a place too beautiful to see
Glimpsed behind closed eyes
A smudge of gold, the smell of green
A mountain, a cloud, unseen

There’s a song too beautiful to hear
A whisper you’ve always known
Beyond the trees ring echoes
They fade as you draw close

Residue of dreams
Remnants of shadows
Threads forgotten
Drifting in the stream

There’s a body too beautiful to touch
A face at the tip of your tongue
Hands you can’t feel, warm supple skin
Eyes that know you from within

There’s a book too beautiful to read
A storyline unfinished
A beating pulse, an almost-end
The page is blank and bent

Residue of dreams
Remnants of shadows
Threads forgotten
Drifting in the stream

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