84 – SHE COMES

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

She is a dream
who comes and goes at midnight
warming the darkness
spine shivers…
When I awake,
was she even there
or was she my wish
my hope taking shape
in the truth of a dream?
How that dream so softly
dissolves into dew
into mist
into whispering fog.
Blown clear by morning breeze.
I awake to an illusion, a day.
I await my next dream.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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