This morning
Just before I woke up
In the beautiful sliver of time between complete sleep
And the world awake
I had a dream.
There was a hall
There was a hall that went on
There were doors in that hall
That hall that just kept going on
But the doors looked the same
As all the other doors
In that hall that went on
And on
There were flowers on the ground
Growing and green.
And that was all.
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About Me
- KibBen
- I'm interested in finding myself. In finding the way to myself. In paths, in stories, in ways and changing ways. In old ways. In history, people history, thing history. Where I've been, where I will be. Where I am. That last one is always the hardest to answer.
3 comments:
i like this poem. i guess your poetry does tug at my poetry strings, hahaha. who is the you that it has to do with? lol.
-Martin
Odd. Very odd. I've had crazy dreams like that too...
is the hall long?
cuz that would be Freudian...
:O
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