Dreaming of Stephen
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I saw you in my dreams last night
In the sweetest plaza of a snowy town
Everyone was out enjoying the first heavy wet snow of the spring
It was falling all around us on the bright green leaves
Settling on the fresh flowers and vines
Covering the wide stone stairs, resembling the Spanish Steps in Rome
They terraced all around, and snow was
Drifting into streets, bringing everything to a halt
We both were just visiting the city
And I hadn’t seen you at first, but you had seen me
I was smiling and laughing with a friend of mine
Startled at the falling snow
Yet laughing and playing like we were fairies
Who had nothing but time and smiles
Among the powdery white flakes
I found little acrylic clocks
Tied with ribbons you could hang them from
In spring green, bright blue and daffodil yellow.
The time piece was clear and the numbers, painted on it
And they were the size of my thumb!
Some circular, square, triangle and rectangle
They fell from the sky with the snow
I collected them on my finger
But they weren’t easy to find.
Finally you stepped in front of me and smiled
“Hey, stranger.” In the softest voice
You had on a trench coat and a hat
I’d recognize that hat and smile anywhere
My face lit up so brightly and my body
Melted into your arms as they surrounded me
I felt my whole body smile as I said “Where have you been?”
We slid down a slide to the bottom of the stairs together laughing
You told me that your life was “fun but complicated”
I smiled and said “It always was. Mine is simple, and I’m happy.
But know that I love you and part of me misses you. “
You pointed out your wife from the stairs
I smiled.
I knew we had to part so I turned away
You called after me, “Some days I just feel so old.”
I turned back to look at you, “Sweetheart, you and I will never be old."
And I handed you one of my little clocks.
You asked me if you could do anything for me before you left
I suddenly realized I was trapped in a plant box with no way to lift myself out
The stone walls were to high and with my leg, I couldn’t l get out
You lifted me out. We were both laughing.
I said, “I’m okay from here, it was good seeing you.”
And I really meant it from my heart
I walked away and turned to watch you
You had already started walking toward your life
As I was ascending the stairs to mine
Still holding all the acrylic clocks in my hand
Weightless, timeless, and beautiful
I was happy and content
I saw my friend waiting and I smiled at her
She watched the whole thing and was waiting to hear the story.
I laughed to myself, thinking I just could not put into words
What my life was really all about.
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A lovely poem, Erin. I agree with Charlotte. It's poignant yet beautiful. Well written.
Geez, snowing in the Spring, little dropping clocks, meeting a past love, sounds darn good to me. Whimsical and full of mystery. I love it!!!
.......well I really love your last line Miss Erin - and I know you have written about dreams before but I loved the poetic narrative about this particular story - and besides you DO write like a dream - and coming here tonight and being here with you was like a dream come true for the epi-man - I sincerely hope you've had a happy safe and productive summer ......now it's onto fall here by the lake for me but still going into the lake for a swim ....well this week, anyway.
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This dream may be represented as a time of season's change, and to see an old friend may represent you seeing a glimpse of your past, and the best of that past is still always with you. The passing on a clock to your friend is that you still want to give time to your past, but the friend is moving on to his destiny, and so you holding on to the timepieces in your hand represents that you still are in control with what time your life has for you. In the dream, your leg was physically trapped, and your friend lifted you up- that represents the reality that your friends will uplift you when you feel burdened with how you are feeling physically. I feel that this dream represents the serenity that you have received from being in the company of friends, and all you have is "time". Erin, I hope you enjoyed the interpretation of your dream. I hope you woke up smiling from this. :)
What an Interesting and Poignant read Erin...Dreams take on so many forms and can imitate life...such a fine thread between the two. I so Enjoyed the read and your thoughts.
Hi, maybe he dreamt about you too, our souls are always in touch with our lost loves, I wonder! lovely poem, cheers nell
Memories and dreams of those we love are by their nature sweet, and poignant, Erin. I also agree with Nell; sometimes our souls communicate in ways that are mystical yet powerful. Beautiful write, Erin, as usual. :-)















Charlotte B Plum Level 5 Commenter 8 months ago
I really enjoyed reading this. It's so wistful and sad and beautiful all at once. Thank you for sharing this, voted beautiful!