Lingering Dreams

Lingering Dreams


The sun spreads its arms in a morning embrace
though the air remains cool, with just a trace
of the heat that the day will quickly accrue.

I wonder if somewhere, as you start to arise,
thoughts of me still drift before your eyes
as you reach for the empty place next to you.

You question the image that steals from your dreams
and wonder if it is as real as it seems
or just a reflection of lingering needs.

The day collapses on me. I become distracted;
yet, moments of time are somehow refracted
into quiet pools where the clamor recedes.

In a touch of perfume or the faint lilt of voices,
I feel your presence and my heart rejoices,
warmed by the thought of you being near.

After the long day, I sit on the porch
watching the sky, each star a bright torch,
shining a message of hope that is clear.

In my reverie, I know that we share
this moment in time. Yet I am aware
that we're only dreams waiting patiently.

How can I miss what I have not found?
As I ask the question, I look around,
certain you're somewhere waiting for me.

Notes:
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Prompt: Song "Holding Out For A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler. Inspired by the lyric line: "Somewhere just beyond my reach there's someone reaching back for me."
Word Count: 200

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Ken