Poetry · Writing

City of Lights

I was there in a dream.

Walked an island of light, 

drank from a sconce and

kissed an angel. 

I’ll wake the next morning

walk passed this threshold 

and find the door

the stairs

find this island. 

It must exist. 

I was there in a dream

but

I never left. 

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