Wrote in memory of my grandmother, dedicated today in memory of NE’s grandfather.
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Some dreams stretch like clouds.
And carry soft rain like memories.
Some dreams are summer days.
Filled with sunshine and children’s laughter.
Some dreams are autumn.
Gold and red and crisp.
Some dreams are of yesterday
Youth and love and tears and hugs and regret and joy.
Some dreams are of tomorrow
Resolution and desire and fear and hope.
This one dream, today, is an ache,
a quiet within, an emptiness forgotten.
But all dreams come to an end
When the sleeper awakes.
Thank you…
That makes me cry thinking of my grandparents. Very beautiful. Although this was for NE, I want to thank you for making me take a moment to remember.
Your heart is a beautiful place, D’jvaele. I consider myself lucky to be able to visit it from time to time.