In December,
I had a reverie.
In this reverie,
I resided in a wooden house
That creaked with each footstep.
It was gloomy within this home.
In this reverie,
I rested in a wooden chair
That held my back up straight
In this dreary home.
In this reverie,
I gazed out the window
While blue light filtered in
And poured into the home
with even further gloom.
In this reverie,
Outside the window
I saw mists hover low
And an ice-cold lake
With cloudy skies.
In this reverie,
The ice-cold lake was separated into two parts.
But the window only revealed one passage to my eyes
While a well-designed ship slid along the lake.
In this reverie,
Rain splatted onto the window
While the murky-cold air printed itself onto the glass
And the ice-cold lake rose up as if it was full
And entered my dreary and blue-filtered home.
In this reverie,
A woman stood to my left
And a man stayed to my right.
Both talked with worried expressions
And with tones brimmed with curiosity
And with cries clear of uncertainty.
In this reverie,
The man spoke of the distance between
Us and another surface of the lake
While the woman talked of the time
And how long it could take.
In this reverie,
They prepared the boat for sailing.
The man and the woman disappeared
And they sailed to the other surface
Forest being their new home.
In this reverie,
I waited for the water to fill my wooden home
For the fogs to drift lower in the skies
And for the skies to dim even further so
And for the flood to immerse me.
In this reverie,
I saw why the distance mattered to others
And why time had never troubled most other humans.
I saw why distance never affected me
But why time had ever troubled me.
In December,
I had a reverie.
About the Creator
Auta Kind
A girl caught between dreams and reality.
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