This poem came to me today, and I wrote it down, thinking it might be a drabble. It is exactly 100 words, and they are as they came out of my fingers.
My Last Dream
My last dream will be of you,
Standing by a kissing gate, patient, placid.
The soft breeze will catch your hair, and it will flow like wings
Around your angel’s eyes.
It will be the longest walk of my life from where I am to where you are,
But I won’t mind, because you have waited this long, and you won’t leave
Until I make that long walk to you.
You will turn and see me, unsurprised, and words will fail me, and you won’t mind.
For my last dream will be my first moment of my eternity with you.
My Last Dream
My last dream will be of you,
Standing by a kissing gate, patient, placid.
The soft breeze will catch your hair, and it will flow like wings
Around your angel’s eyes.
It will be the longest walk of my life from where I am to where you are,
But I won’t mind, because you have waited this long, and you won’t leave
Until I make that long walk to you.
You will turn and see me, unsurprised, and words will fail me, and you won’t mind.
For my last dream will be my first moment of my eternity with you.
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