|This poem was written during my residency days...days that it was often better spent in dreams. When I first met Cole, my husband, this was one of the poems I had written that he commented on. It took a few months to realize the importance of weaving dreams...and that sometimes you do find the prince in your reality.|
existing only in my mind.
I weave my imagination each day
and live the dreams each night.
The complex patterns emerge before
It is a realm without pain or
I escape to this safe haven often,
Here I met my prince
So it is here I wish to linger
Reluctantly I return each day
I search for the key
© 1995 Kirsti A. Dyer