What Do You Dream
© Cynthia A. Jones

Acrylic and colored pencil on paper, in two pieces.

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Thick curtains of sleeping lower concealing
feelings you never explain.
Do you feel flushed lips caressing your cheek,
hear a voice softly crying your name?
Would that be the face,
veiled in night's gauzy drape,
of the woman who walks through your days,
restless and desperate,
searching for meaning
through milky moonlight vanishing cream?
Have mercy on me.
I'll never know peace 'til you tell me,
what do you dream?

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