By John Hargraves.
I fall asleep
And enter the Room
Full of Vigor.
There I am
in full stride, grasping.
All is within reach.
Immensely heavy,
It’s but a featherweight.
And I smile
With the ease, a Gift.
Then I awake…
Stories and Poems from the Writers' Critique Group of First Reformed Church, Schenectady, New York
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John:
Forget your disappointment. Just tell us how to get that dream to come!
Tom