The Smile I Found
A smile came to me
on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall
today, in a daydream
Thank you, dear pilot
for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew
We walked about and explored
the colors I’d never seen
until the pilot shouted
C’mon, we must leave
I looked back, as I ran—
so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place
Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.
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