Poem: Yesterday’s Dream

Yesterday’s dream was a feathered light,
Drifting through the hush of night—
A silver thread, a woven sigh,
That vanished with the morning sky.

It wore the shape of something true,
A memory the heart once knew—
A field of stars, a laughing stream,
A face half-formed inside the dream.

It whispered songs the wind forgot,
Of all the love this world is not—
Of roads unwalked, of words unsaid,
Of petals falling, bright and red.

And when I woke, it slipped away,
Like frost that melts in warming day—
But in the stillness, I could feel
That what it showed was somehow real.

So I walk on, beneath the gleam,
Chasing echoes of that dream—
Not to find what could have been,
But to become it, now, again.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie