22. Here, But Not There

I had the most beautiful dream
Light poured onto a field
Interrupted by cottages
And a clear, running stream.
The sky was clear,
And the air smelled like late summer,
Right before the autumn chill.
It was in Ireland, though no one had the accent
And I’ve never been
(Such is the way of dreams).
I’d like to go, someday,
But it’s the first time in my life
That I’ve woken up from such a dream
And not wanted to go now,
Because I woke up here,
Which is so much closer to you.

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~ by Kyu! on December 18, 2013.

One Response to “22. Here, But Not There”

  1. Keep writing. It’s beautiful.

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