I dreamt: of your arm around my shoulder
as we stood high upon the dune
and we were both watching yesterday
sink in the fire of hell, where it belonged.

So much older was the world that day.
Tomorrow had to wait another night
but your arm was around my shoulder.
If future had a feel, then this was it.


Comments on: "Dream" (6)

  1. Hope is a gentle touch…

  2. That last line is excellent, Ina! XO

  3. I can visualize this with vivid emotion, as I place my life in your words. Again Ina, your poems reflect our very existence in such profound ways.

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