September – Dreams and Memories: Longings


It arrives in sleep,
this deepest longing,
repressed, forgotten
how much
I used to love
the simplicity of green
and blue against the sun

It arrives in sleep,
this innate remembering,
still alive within my core,
and I am a smaller version
of myself,
the simplicity of blonde hair
bicycle-blown in the summer wind

It arrives awake
my hand in yours,
and the only complications
had simple solutions.

© Tanya Southey