Smoke's
Dream
i wasn't dreaming
of you as my teacher
in Khartoum,
of the mornings
you bathed me
in the amazon,
or the centuries
we explored
separate lives.
but deep in
this terrene dream,
forgetting
this time around
that i could
remember you,
i must have
dreamt of you still.
i must have called
out in my sleep,
walking between
the stars ,
looking for your
signature on every
super nova.
i found you,
i'm sure,
somewhere out there,
for here you are,
again
as always.
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