National Poetry Month 2015, Week 3

April 16

Dream Changing

At night, in the darkness, I sleep
restless, unfulfilled
so many ideas flicker into my thoughts
desires, as yet unspoken
and not yet built into plans
the momentary images pass into memory
remaining in recesses of my mind
in the morning light, I will their return
or else, forgotten
successes I’m never to pursue

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