In The Middle Of A Dream

In the middle of a dream…

I call your name.

Red silence rains down on me.

In the middle of a haunting dream…

I reach out for you.

The heaviness of smoke filled nothingness fills my physical existence. 

In the middle of a eerily comforting dream…

I smell the warmth of your silky smooth flesh. The fragrance of doomed ghosts that we’ve brought to bed.

In the middle of a dream…

I wake up to find your arms wrapped around me, like heat from the sun’s surface.  (And) only then do I truly know that everything is alright. 


 Â©Timothy Grassan/Purple Night Poetry 

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