Skyward

Today at work in our little shop, my mother told me about a dream. It seemed melodic and prophetic like those dreams from the old days. The dream stuck when I got home so I wrote it down as a poem.

It was a clear urban night sky
Her feet shuffled effortlessly forward
An ungrudging husband in tow
She could not believe her own eyes
Her widening gaze mesmerized skyward
No stars only faces that glow

Countless and growing in number
Bright visages that set her heart ablaze
She noticed the gathering clouds
Obscuring all and turned the sky somber
The couple stopped their evening race
She twinkled, beamed, and laughed out loud

Hope may be hidden but not forgotten
She emerged from sleep submerged in cotton

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