“Memory and dream are intermixed in this mad universe.”
— Jack Kerouac
a time when we walked in the moonlight
and talked to the trees and drank in
each other’s eyes
a mystical connection that none could sever
I remember nights of nothing but love
and mornings when the loving would continue
No, wait that was all a dream.
of bitterness and suspicion
of fights that started for no reason at all
and frustration underlined each word
that each word led to further misunderstanding
and kids used as weapons
in an endless tug of war.
No wait, those are memories
Yet tonight I dreamed of your visit
and the wish to be together again
We talked the way I wished once we could
and our souls connected.
I remember waking next to you
and I reach out with a smile
— G A Rosenberg
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