'The Dream'

The black star sky rises up over the moon,
my light shows dimly down here in my room.
Everyone's asleep,
Under me the floor boards creek.
I lay, now on the grass
wet with dew, i sigh & look as everything takes up mass.
Fireflies twinkle, like stars up in the moon,
I wake up & find myself in my bed, in my room.

by Erin Seenauth

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