I dreamt that we were talking
as we sipped lattes in an quiet cafe,
and I told you my deepest fears.
You laughed.
I dreamt that we were talking
as we hiked a steep desert trail,
and I told you my hopes and plans.
You laughed.
I dreamt that we were talking
as we drove across a long lonely bridge,
and I told you my most painful regrets.
You laughed.
I dreamt that we were talking
as we bathed in golden sun on a sparkling beach,
and I told you how I love you.
You laughed.
I dreamt that we were talking
as we walked hand-in-hand along a forest trail,
and I told you my darkest secret sin.
You turned and walked away.
-Randy Miller
August 17, 2010
The Stargate Project
2 hours ago
I've been pinged by email and asked.... This is not about Christy and I. It's just a poem. I was listening to Foo Fighters, and their lyrical stylings were rolling around in my head.
ReplyDeleteCommunication is hard. That is all.