Share this postReflection sharronbassano.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherReflection A Santa Cruz memory Sharron BassanoAug 19, 202320Share this postReflection sharronbassano.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther22ShareIn a dream I see the reflection of his face,his long hair falling on the pillow,moonlight spilling on a bare shoulder,clothing tossed carelessly on a chair.You are a star, he said,distant, unique, separate.We are both stars, I replied,on fire, ancient, dying.He slipped away softly, erased like footprints in tidal sand.Standing at the window now,I breathe in the salt-laden air.Leave a commentThank you for reading 🍁LEAVES. Subscribe to receive posts every Saturday and Wednesday. It’s freeSubscribePreviousNext
Poignant and bittersweet. Lovely Sharron.
Man, I love dreams. You really honored the vivid surrealism of the experience in these few words. 💜