Nighttime visions of you
Light dark halls in my dreams,
Swimming as if on cue
Through my subconscious streams.
Lost are you at my waking,
Vapor from off my head
Fading as morning is breaking,
Drawing me out of bed.
This poem talks about how I sometimes feel in the morning, after a dream that fades quickly from my memory. The dream might have included some friends or family, and I may vaguely remember that they were there, but I often can't remember much else. It creates some mixed emotions - wanting to dive back into the dream, but also wanting to get up and see them again sometime soon, if I can.
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