I wrote a poem in my sleep last night…

I wrote a poem in my sleep last night…

A dream poem. I remember certain words this morning: tears, moon, house. I believe there were dark hills. Why am I sad this morning? Deep down there’s moonlight on a river. I know it’s the river we cross again and again. Halfway across our coins are useless.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto