Smoky Hues

May 11, 2009
“I dreamed a dream,
A silent dream
Of a land not far away.”

But when I awoke,
My dream was gone
In a cloud of colored droplets.

Each image was smoky,
The colors mere hues
Until all was shapeless and soft.

I reached out to touch,
Grasping just as much
As a hand swept through smoke.

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