Random

I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills,
cobalt skies, sedimentary rocks,
and an unfamiliar road.

And there’s a book on my bed,
page 42 is folded,
an unknown writer,
a melodrama with an unexpected plot…

I don’t know
where this poem will take me,
but I can’t stop writing –
consumed by my randomness.

I remember a day in my life,
a heavy rain on a summer day,
a dandelion on an autumn night,
I once knew you,
among those pine trees,
I just knew…

that I once dreamt of

(an unfamiliar road that leads to
long lost smiles and mundane laughters)

you.