| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/14/2000 2:35:26 AM 10/8/2022 2:00:46 PM | 841 |
Black Room Dreams
As a child in Head Start,
Dreaming could be considered an art.
I dreamed of The Bluest Angel, watching over me,
I dreamed I'd float up and down the hall, free.
There is no gravity in some dreams, swimming in air.
There was a dream that came now and then,
A strange yet haunting old friend.
My room, all painted black,
Windows closed unto the dark.
In the closet, where the toys lived.
A plastic Batmobile,
With a plastic steering wheel,
Orange bat upon the hood,
The only color where I stood.
A bit of color in the dark.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Author's Comments
I had the most vivid dreams as a child, and this one
was repeated several times. The one where I was floating
up and down the halls came often, as I floated, I watched
the neighbors coming and going through the halls.
The Bluest Angel was one of my very favorite dreams.
Inspiration for another poem.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/14/2000 2:35:26 AM 10/8/2022 2:00:46 PM | 841 |
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| Janine Daniel | spinnys@hotmail.com | www.spinnys.com | 8/19/2000 7:21:47 AM |
| Another great poem. Once again, it brings back memories to me. Thanks Dan...:o) | |||