Poem a Day – Day 27 – Prompt is Sleep/Dreams

It was tempting to take our OctPoWriMo prompt about sleep and dreams and just write about wanting more of both. I would love more sleep and hey, dreaming is fun. 🙂 But I was thinking of Keats’ “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” today and loved the idea of a warning in a dream.

The dream

I don’t remember
falling asleep
But I do remember
the dream.

I don’t quite recall
the details of the room
where it happened, but
I can remember the
austere furnishings and
the crisp line of light
breaking past the curtains’ edge.
I remember the light because of
the way it hit the floor.
I seemed unable to look away
from the floor as you spoke.
I remember I certainly could not
look at you.
I don’t know if I ever looked at
you in this dream, but I know
it was you. In the dream, I swear I could hear you
right next to me.
I cannot place how you said
but I can still feel the
of being left behind.
But surprisingly, I felt no fire-
no burn when you
walked away.
I just remember
feeling grateful.

I don’t remember
waking up.
But I know,
my eyes are open now.