Ghosts Of Our Dreams

In the waking moments.
Flowing through the day.
Tiny, itty fragments
Pop in along the way.
Ghosts of dreams
From the night before;
Tall, long trees,
Love galore,
Open spaces,
Staircases,
Messages in between.
Walking with the ghosts of our dreams.

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