The first time you came to me in my dreams
Like a father with loving arms
Like winter
On a cold December night
I thought I had fallen into an endless spiral
With no way out
Like a crumbling ceiling in a derelict town
By the black water
Praying to the glittering moonlight
I reached out to feel you, to touch you, but you vanished
Like my dreams after a soft night of heartache
And sometimes I look at the sky and I think of you now
How we share this pain
How the blood stained my nose and I woke up crying
Trying to get back to you.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Thinking this could be the opening poem for my debut collection of poems, which I plan to self-publish next year.
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