Pie, Song, Kiss

I am beginning a new series called “Inspired by Dreams.” All of these poems, essays, brief scenes and snapshots are inspired by actual dreams I’ve had. Dreams are powerful. Your dreams are a window into your subconscious. They may even be premonitions. Ignore them at your peril!

At the café counter, I bought a piece of pie,
I heard a gentleman singing a sweet song.
Within it, my own name; it filled me with surprise and joy.
He was a handsome man, with jet black hair.
As he serenaded me, I felt inspired to thank him in an equally eloquent manner,
so I gently took his hand, and kissed it.

I awoke feeling peaceful and happy.

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