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These Dreams
Happening upon an old house house
in dreams...there inside I went.
Somehow familiar
Dim, dusty--left standing
unattend many a year.
Deserted, bare...
I sought my host.
On many shelves deep within
were figurines--
ballerina, firefighter, writer,
singer, pianist...teacher.
Most broken, some dust covered
Only then did I understand.
These figurines held so tenderly,
carefully kept had been my dreams.
Fallen tears shattered one I
gently held--this seplechered
house my dreamed of home.
Awakening in tears...only
now did I notice fine dust
upon my hands...
