Sweet Dreams
She traced across the edges of her dreams
Singeled them out, one by one
Tasting memories like Godiva chocolates,
She mouths in silence
Words that conjured wishes into life,
In other times and other places
Back in the magic landscape of a woman's youth,
Where possibilities hang on winks and whims.
They rise up to meet her,
Called forth from the vaults unlocked by sleep.
Those souls she has traveled with have aged,
She, as they, has worn to a paper thinness
Burnt brown and frail at the edges,
So like the old photos of lovers now gone.
Some sank into the earth's cold heart,
Some turned to smoke and spread into impassive skies,
Some simply - Gone
All joined in the weave of memories
The dreams they bring to birth.
The edges of her dreams
Go melting down to sweetness now,
As within, behind the inscrutable, wrinkled face,
Young Lady Godiva slowly starts to smile again.
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