what if you actually got
everything
you ever dreamed of
but it looks completely different than
you imagined
that even the
moonbeams
will be
compressed
that the someone great
comes back
to your dreams
like an unintended visitation
fever dreams and smoke signals
send out the same
secret message…
all magic can be
revealed
in
starshine
make sure light pollution
doesn’t obscure
your view
I love the ending of this! It’s sometimes difficult to really see what’s going on in our lives when we are distracted, or blinded, by things that aren’t as important as we think they are in the moment. Great poem, Marcie!
Loved how you wrapped it up. Starshine was my favorite word.