I’ve been ticking off the days
until my home coming day
when I’ll step back
into my dream
and be home.
And today
I’m back
though
I know
that I was never here before
that I was only dreaming
but I can feel home
tugging at me
drawing me
along the familiar path
through the woods,
pulling me inside
surrounding me
in the sweetness
of heart and hearth.
It’s the day I’ve been dreaming for
but it’s gone.
Copyright © 2025 Lynn White
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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

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