Untitled for Now
I have a dream where something is lost
I do not know where it is, because I’m not sure
I’m not sure what it is. But it’s gone.
I only have that empty feeling as a clue to where it was
It was a precious thing and I planned never
Never to lose it. I think I hid it somewhere for safety
Little did I know it would be so safe
So safe I would not find it in all my searching
I look for it regularly because there is hope
Hope of some sort. I think it will be recovered
When I accidentally remember what it is,
And where it is. I hope I didn’t imagine it, that precious thing.
Dreams tell us so much…
Susan
Garden of Eden Blog
Yes, I’ve always felt they might be telling me something, but I’m not always sure what. Thanks for reading my puzzled post.
Oh, you do this too? Finally a poem about it!
Love it!
Donna Smith
The A-to-Z Challenge
Mainely Write
Did you write something about this subject? Sounds like you could… tell me, tell me. Thanks for reading.