there are dreams
half remembered
on waking
to a room
soaked in moonlight
with long hard hours
left to morning
and the wine
long gone
from the cup
there are dreams
half remembered
on waking
to a room
soaked in moonlight
with long hard hours
left to morning
and the wine
long gone
from the cup
poetry by Robert Ford
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Ah, we know these few minutes.
Yes, we do.
Wow…you are becoming the voice for all of us.
Thank you for those kind words.
You truly do speak for a lot of us and I love reading your gentle but profound words.
Thank you again.