and when i saw her
she looked like my late mother
stepped into a dream
and when i saw her
she looked like my late mother
stepped into a dream
I dreamt perfection
Cool days, loud laughs, and sunsets
Sundays are those dreams
An urge so strong that
I carried sleeping thoughts and
Woke them on paper
Lately I’ve been beat
Lost in thoughts, and stuck in time
My dreams have cold feet
And every time I cross a bridge
I close my eyes tightly
Because only in my dreams
Could something terrify and excite me at the same time
Maybe that’s why I’ve only dreamt of telling you just how much I love you
There are some things reality just can’t handle…
Have you listened to yesterday’s episode yet?
Tune in and follow along as I discuss the aftermath of my most recent surgery and how such a terrible accident led to me pursuing what I love to do, which is write.
Also at the end of the episode listen to me read my poem, “do you remember when you knew you were a poet?” in honor of World Poetry Day which was this past Sunday!!
Listen to the whole episode here.