DREAMS

DREAMS

She awakes as beautiful
as she was when she shut
her eyes
She strolls a wooden deck
barefoot - large sweatshirt
hangs below baby doll
pajamas

Her eyes half closed
Her hands brush long
black hair from her
fair face

She stares between
trees now shadows from
a moon - out toward
the lake to dream of
a winter four hundred
years ago

Its on this land
she was born - when
dreams have carried
her, spoken to her,
brought her back to
this very hill -

still

she sees those once
her lovers killed by
arrows
those hidden by large
trees in woods
she wipes a tear from
her face
no reason now to cry

Nancy Duci Denofio
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