London - circa 1990




Caroline

she dreams more than anyone I know can dream

different from the way I dream

 

she opens the door

sits me down

finds me a coffee

then falls into her mattress where I can see her

and continues her dream

not lucid

not dreamy

not indistinct

because she wakes

tells me her story

then closes her eyes

and returns again to her free movie

 

her name was Caroline

and I miss her





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Written on 2011-05-30 at 13:01

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Donald Thornton
This echos sounds from my past, good write

Language: 4
Format: 4
Mood: 4
2011-06-01