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In the Stars

When I was but a girl

I lay in my bed

and behind closed eyes

travelled to the stars,

floating in the calm

dark of the night,

feeling no fear,

feeling the deepest peace.

Now an old lady,

I search for those dreams of childhood,

the stars are further away

behind these closed eyes,

but patiently I wait,

knowing

the little girl 

is as close as the dream

of home

that lives within.

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David RL Moore

Sat 29th Jun 2024 09:42

Lovely poem Helene.

Searching for dreams, there's a start point for another poem.

Searching for dreams whilst dreaming, I sense I do that when I'm dreaming sometimes...hoping to find the door I came in by.

Dreams are a great alternative to our waking lives, I am often more content in my dreams than in waking moments.

Maybe as our dreams are the creation of our subconsious and in our dream state we are in that other world we cannot be troubled by subconscious interventions as we are embedded deep within it/them.

Oh well, just a thought. Thanks for stirring my remaining grey matter.

David

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