Poetry

Dreams

Malin Moeller

When you remember
The long night that passed by you
There may be a hint of a scene
A recollection of a moment
Warped and disfigured
Wonderful or horrifying
Only playing out in your mind

This clue may be short
It may continue to a story
A twisted stream of events
Where nothing ever gets done

Or you might wake up
Believing it still to be one instant after you fell asleep
And yet time ticks by
Your tossing and turning the only keeper of it
Your dreams the only memories of the night

Dreams Malin Moeller
Malin Moeller, 11
Washington, DC

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