Dreaming at the End
A poem about the last dream we see.

Hovering above the starsBreathing through a tubeRiding on asteroids like a train carAs the celestial dust billows up and around me
Weightless, I float above it allSighting the place where I felt so smallBut it is now where I was onceAnd I could cup it in the palm of my hands
Or I could crush it to dust
Yet to this place I put my trustThe tides of starlight danceI take a deep breathAnd the galaxies turn, caught in a trance
I could dissolve into nothingLet my skin turn to shimmering lightCaught in the flowFor once I don’t mind taking it slow
Then the sun peeks out from the dark side of the moonAnd I realize that morning is coming too soonThe cord is releasedAnd my breathing is forcibly ceased
About the Creator
Valerie Taylor
Writer of short quirky stories, world traveler, lover of ren faire shenanigans, and dancer.
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