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He dreamt about his mom and dad last night…

He was walking with them in the sand

at at time when they were young, and happy…

they were walking hand in hand.

They walked in silence along the beach

and he noticed the symmetry…

how the moments they were together

felt, to him like, poetry.

He didn’t remember much about the dream…

the sequence …hard to compile

but he remembered how they clutched his hand…

and he remembered how they smiled.

“Dad…Mom…what are you smiling about?”

“What are we doing here.” he said.

But before either could answer him…

he woke up in his bed.

He wasn’t particularly close to his parents…

no need to know the reasons why

Suffice it to say although they loved each other…

they didn’t always see eye to eye.

His parents died before they reconciled…

and he made peace with that somehow…

So why after so many dreamless years….

would he dream about them now?

Dreams can be interpreted in many ways.

no rule is hard and fast.

Perhaps he was missing his parents,

or moments from his past.

It could be in his dreams 

he was once again that little lad..

who craved comfort from his mother 

and reassurance from his dad.

Perhaps we’re never meant to understand our dreams…

And no dream is exactly as it seems…

Perhaps we’re meant to have a little mystery in our life

and a little poetry in our dreams.