The dreams fall ever so softly on my pillow
Whispering me their secrets
Taking me to their special places
Teaching me my own sons
These dreams are gifts
Though often unpleasant
They are a place of learning and growth
I can try
Again and Again
Until I finally get it right
And then it heals
"Like magic"
But it is magic really
To work out something so simply complicated
Without so much as getting out of bed
Or resting my head on this
Sweet Soft Pillow
It's time to dream.
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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