Dreaming at the End
A poem about the last dream we see.
Hovering above the starsBreathing through a tubeRiding on asteroids like a train carAs the celestial dust billows up and around me
Weightless, I float above it allSighting the place where I felt so smallBut it is now where I was onceAnd I could cup it in the palm of my hands
Or I could crush it to dust
Yet to this place I put my trustThe tides of starlight danceI take a deep breathAnd the galaxies turn, caught in a trance
I could dissolve into nothingLet my skin turn to shimmering lightCaught in the flowFor once I don’t mind taking it slow
Then the sun peeks out from the dark side of the moonAnd I realize that morning is coming too soonThe cord is releasedAnd my breathing is forcibly ceased
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Valerie Taylor
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