Dream Journey

About to close my eyes here in Cambridge, and thought I’d muse about the night. Enjoy the poem, and sweet dreams to all.

Who knows
where we lie
when we sleep.

Future friends
almost known
past loves
kissed again
and forgotten
when night parts
with the bright
burning
of sun’s eye.

My limbs sink
eyes seek
darkness
and the place
we once lay
under yesterday’s stars.

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