Poetry Train Monday - 9 - Brad's Untitled Poem

Today I'm featuring a guest poet: my husband Brad. It's our 15th anniversary on Wednesday. Tonight we're going out to dinner to celebrate, and we'll be catching the new "Harry Potter" flick on our actual anniversary. It's more fun to spread out the celebration, anyway.

Because I was thinking about our day, I remembered this poem that Brad wrote for me when we were living in our first apartment together in Toronto. This was written sometime in the early 90's.


Brad's Untitled Poem

My Love
Last Night while sleeping on the couch
I dreamt that I had woken.
As you got up from the couch
that you lay on
You came over and kissed me
You smiled and wished me a
good sleep
And you walked through the
darkness
Up the stairs to where you slept
It was a pleasant dream, a happy
dream that filled me with warm
feeling
As it repeated itself a number of
times, careening through my head
and my heart.
I awoke late this morning with a
fabulous feeling of well-being and
the light of truth that shines
when sandman's dust is brushed away
The illumination showed me that
the first dream was reality and
those that followed were but echoes
in the caverns of a half-asleep brain.

Copyright Brad Smith