She waits for dreams,
closing her eyes
and attending
as her mind
replays the day,
releasing a long
sigh as images
with snippets
of conversations
slowly roll by,
and then she
prays over faces
she remembers,
settles her heart
just as waves
of weariness carry
her into a heavy
desire for sleep,
so she relaxes
into the lull and luxury
of imagination, where
all that is possible
appears under pristine
blue skies and endless
fields of green,
where wildflowers
grow as tall as trees,
where pain, joy,
and memory merge
into the awaiting
world of serenity,
and she drifts within
the infinite space
of dreams.
—C.L. Fisher, July 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 