Dreams

I had a dream.
Your eyes covered in purple shimmer.
I made you laugh.
And you told me that you're divorcee at 22.

I gave you two kisses.
One to say I'm sorry.
Another to wish you bluebirds in the spring.
Your laugh was clairvoyant as ever.

Hair accentuate shoulders.
Light yellow halos dance in the background.
Smiles weaving in between words.
Nouns dropping to adjectives falling to verbs

I thought we said goodbye and good riddance.
My subconscious telling me goodbyes are lyrical bridges.
Linking aged hindsights lost in slippery memories
to blurry foresights broadcasting mispronounced roads.

I awake to gray skies and dry mouth,
Vaguely aware of dreamy nostalgia.
I shake off the morning hazy.
Remembering.