Dream Cycle 1

I dreamed I wrote this poem.
I dreamed my way down the grassy twisted path to where the water lapped against the edges of the graves.
I dreamed my name on all the headstones.

In my dream you gave me your heart in a jar to keep.
In my dream I broke it.
In my dream there was a light just around the corner of the path
And there was broken glass just around the corner of the path
And your heart rolled down past the headstones into the water

And when it hit it didn’t splash.

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