Waking Up Alone

torn asunder from a blissful dream

sitting by the waterfall in astral realms

I was tangled in your warm embrace

where I yearned to stay until dawn’s harsh light

unsure why mind started odd quarrels at 4 am

can heart be certain of what it heard?

or is the mind creating stories again?

what odd lonesome days these are!

a spirit searching for her companion

and waking up alone from the dream.

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

 

 

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