poetry,  young love

It Had To Be A Dream

Field in spring
Photo credit: Howard Lisnoff

It Had To Be A Dream

In the surreal realm of dream thinking

We met at the edge of the emerald green spring forest of new leaf

Bordered by still unturned earth and plowed fields 

Beneath an undulating sky of gray slate

We were new again and the wearing away by this imperfect world

Had not yet had its lethal effect

Killing innocence.

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