i dream of walking to it
my home
to count the crooked bricks
fall onto the too long grass
smell the juniper
go through the white door
with the lion knocker
walk through the rooms
the familiar spaces
and patterns on the floor
remember all the voices
all the sorrow
all the joy
through to the back yard
over old redwood planks
lawn surrounded by fruit trees
orange blossoms
to lay under the great mulberry
to gaze up into its branches
and broad green leaves
watch the light dance
and the sky dance
then peacefully
close my eyes
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Did you recently moved out your old home?
Nvm, stupid comment, I’ll leave.
No good comment. Not that recently, but my father was foreclosed on. I lost the home I grew up in.
Now I dream of it. Almost every night I dream of going home. I walk down the street, anxious, wanting to get there…and some times I can enter and its like it was before, I often weep in the dream.
Or other times I arrive only to realize it is not my home anymore and I can not enter. And I feel lost, dont know where to go.
I dream of going home, I dream of my childhood. I am haunted by it.
If you would like to read them I have a few other peices posted. I would appreciate any thoughts.
Thanks for reading.
That’s a great story Raven, I also like to think of my childhood, but maybe you could just concentrate a little less on the past and concentrate more on the future, and quite possibly get an even better future than your past.