Are You the Dreamer to My Dreams? - short poem

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Are You the Dreamer to My Dreams?

 

Moonlight, magnolias, and melatonin

And the symphony channel – all sweeten my dreams

But without you, is there any point to dreams?

If you tell me yes, then it is so

No, It Wasn't the Medications - poem

Lawrence Hall

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                                   No, It Wasn't the Medications

Last night my friend and mentor was dreamed to me

He was himself again, and so was I

Among Spenserian fields and forests and friends

In a summer world all warm and green

 

In a time of waiting rooms and surgeries

Slow days of headaches and painful awkwardness

Appointments, lab reports, diagnoses

He came as a comfort, a vision of what will be

 

We did meet again, and we did smile

And so, just so, we all will meet again