Gone On The Dust Of Dreaming

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Gone On The Dust Of Dreaming

Almost complete,
Like a dream left on the pillow
In the light of morning,
She was almost here.

And I almost touched her,
Reaching out a hand
Just before the insistent morning
Stole her from me.

Now she is gone
On the dust of dreaming.
But her perfume still taunts me
As though she could still

Be here, nearby, lingering
In that dream land
That is a breath away

From this cold and empty
Waking world
That only teases me
With her absence

As I stumble through
These morning rooms
As though trying
To contact a ghost.

 

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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