365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Sixty-Three

“Dream a little dream of me.”

go to sleep so we can see.
if some things are meant to be.
despite the new world order.

dream a little dream of me.
open up, love’s never free.
and while I can’t describe the taste.
I can’t forget being put in place.

dream a little dream of me.
these repeats will lull the sheep.
and stop the constant march of rows.
racing the brain, thumbing their nose.

dream a little dream of me.
if some things are meant to be.
and I, I will do the same.
despite the tremors in my brain.

“Dream a little dream of me.”

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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