Fever Dreams

 Fever dreams that cry

For a hand to hold

Every day I call for the sky to fall

And every day I rise with the sunlit

Windows

Reflecting the morning

That holds every mark

On my clouded memories

When I would just lay in the grass

When I was the only

And the last

Perhaps we hold to our pasts

Like fever dreams

And the language between our fingers

Glide.

Reviews

[deeps]

I like this one alot, It's so delcate
Very well written.

[Coyote Poetry]

So gentle and beautiful. I had to read a few times. Thank you for the beautiful poem.
Coyote