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Dreaming

Susan Cantey © 2007

          

The rose in my hand falls to the ground in pieces; am I dreaming?         

Lost in a maze of rooms while music is streaming,

I must be dreaming,

Now I’m running in the clouds on an endless set of winding stairs,

I wake up and I reach for you…but you’re not there,

Am I still dreaming, dreaming?

       

   I put on your sweater and make coffee while the whole world is still sleeping, dreaming,

   Look at your letter for the hundred thousandth time until it’s evening,

   I just keep reading,

There’s a photo of you standing in the desert wearing camouflage fatigues,

On the back you wrote: “I’ll be home December 18th.”

But you were dreaming, dreaming.

     

Without you I am lost,

Walking in a fog,

Don’t know what’s real and what is not,

Why can’t I wake up? 

I just keep dreaming.

       

Listening to La Caratera over and over, crying,

I remember how we danced with my head resting on your shoulder,

Feels like I’m dying.

I glance out the window every time someone goes by,

Even though it can’t be you coming home, I don’t know why,

I keep on dreaming; dreaming…