Autumn Dream
#13 of Poetry
I had a dream the other day
In the cool room, curtains swaying gently shadowing the light entering the dim room
In the cool room, rested soundly, in a dream.
The blue sky slowly faded to red, the last vestige of the day beckoned on the dusk
The air was cooling as the sun sat and the moon rose
A familar voice called out to me in the empty street but no matter where I looked I could not see them
A voice called out sometimes happy, sometimes concerned and other times just casually
We walked along silently unable to see them or feel them
We saw the autumn clouds dancing above us in the breeze
Countless times we watched the birds and played with sticks and stones
Countless times we'd make believe through the dismal days
Between us we shared secrets and sorrows
Between us there was a bond we thought would last forever
What little time we spent together shone brilliantly in my dim life
What little hope you gave me burns ever more even now.
However...
Those who are living must continue to live
Those who are dead can only stay dead
No matter how baddly I want to see you again I know it can never be
No matter how hard it gets I will forge on
Thank you my friend