The Daily Post prompt is: dream
Waking from a dream is hard,
When morning brings a bitter light,
And nothing calls beyond the sill.
At night I join the starlit dance,
Among the hopes that still shine bright,
Waking from a dream is hard.
The hollow ache beneath the ribs,
Begins as dawn-chased shadows fade,
When morning brings a bitter light.
No one holds out waiting arms,
The blackbird sings for other ears,
And nothing calls beyond the sill.
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I understand the sense of loss, on waking from a dream. Then again, there are dreams I am glad to have ended.
Unpleasant dreams I can accept as unreal. The dreams that we want to hang onto always have that sense of could be real if only.