Recurrent Dream

Beside a home we used to know,
There glows a magic tree:
Aurora borealis, high
Above a snow white sea

As love flows warm between our hands,
And joy floats down like snow –
I joined you there again last night,
But don’t know why it’s so.

The air was wintry, cold, and still.
The stars were clear and bright,
It was a home we never knew,
But seemed as though we might

Have lived there in a childhood
We never really shared:
With two hands that have never touched,
And never could – or dared.

There’s people pay psychiatrists
To figure out such things:
Why northern lights are witness to
Such wild imaginings –

I wish I understood myself,
Just why I see things so —
And why, when I imagine us,
The whole world is

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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