Kingston Sun January 17, 2017
Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Word Play.comments closed
I woke up
The tendrils of a dream followed me
With a sound resounding in memory
I listened to the night
All quiet . . . all calm
Save the clock’s constant tick tock
Nothing to disturb my slumber
I turned over
Plumped my pillow
And began my return to Nod
Endeavor interrupted, I surfaced again
To the sound heard first in a dream
My phone’s ring tone – Kingston Sun
This time
The sound resounded
In real time
I got up and fished for my phone in the dark
One “Missed Call” . . .
Just one.
Spirit Lights The Way 