717 Curse [22 June 2005]

It was a cool, quiet night
that he stole into my sleep,
walking through my dreams.
He spoke to me,
so that from then on
all I wanted was to hear his voice.
Could I but curse him to always do so
I would.
For that could be the only way
he would be by my side.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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