This was a wild day in many ways. Oh boy, the stock market went south. I was sleepy all day as I couldn’t sleep much last night. Still I kept a smiling face around. Maybe down the time I will say it was a good day. Sitting around office all sleepy I was leaving comments at different xanga sites. When I was leaving a comment about a dream I saw last Sunday I thought I should write about it. There you go…. I started writing and in two hours you all have a Strange Sunday Dream. Enjoy
Sunday morning with a light cold breeze birthed,
And brought to me laziness that into every bone crept,
Oh’ Sunday mornings are like a maiden who caress all over,
But that day this soul, to the world of dream she left.
In the dream a wedding party I am in, I saw,
Friends, family close, relatives distant,
And many, many pretty strangers in pretty dresses, I saw,
All having a great time at the marriage of my brother.
The decoration around Ah’ how wonderful they are,
Flowers from many parts of the world all adore,
Pretty plants to the beat of the rhythm of the guests, danced,
Confetti and curtains Oh’ they added beauty to everything.
Food of all kinds upon the tables filled,
Indian curries, Middle Easter Caboose, American Stakes,
South Western sauce, Greek salad, Italian pasta,
And many other colorful foods I can’t name.
Music for the dance of all played,
Guests of all age to the modern music danced,
My brother all glad in smiles shook hands,
Of well wishers and between them walked.
Mother dealt with the old ladies around,
Missed my dad as he is no more,
Sister cared for the middle aged ladies,
And no young lady, my little eyes missed.
My brother’s new bride smiled spreading charm around
Her friends stood around, looking at young guys giggled,
And into each others ears whispered,
Oh’ what they said, I never cared.
My brother’s new bride to my side came,
And was asking my welfare when another girl joined,
The one who joined knew all about me,
And spoke in detail my ways of past.
The brother’s bride’s smile now into laughter burst,
As story after story the young lady said,
I smiled and more embarrassed I felt,
Then the curious me, at the talkative girl looked,
The girl, who about me in all details spoke,
And to my surprise I found,
It was none other than my brother wife in real.
I woke up laughing myself so hard,
And later told my brother about the dream I saw,
That evening my sister-in-law called and asked,
“Yourself don’t marry, now you are trying to break my marriage too?”
Among all the laughs between us she couldn’t say more,
And my brother’s giggles I heard,
Behind her in some hopes unknown.
You have a good natured brother who might know very well your heart and that it is only a dream. I bet your sister-in-law feels beautiful and blessed.
Dreams are funny little things. I dream every night in multiples and they are vivid in color, all 5 senses are in tow….I have a poem I wrote about a dream. I will have to post it soon 🙂 Love the story….
I will put my Dream Poem up next 🙂
Hey!
I haven’t been around much here.
Just too busy in the summer, so many things to do around Chicago.
And then I’ll be hybernating in the winter so I’ll have time to catch up…
What’s new with you? And how was ur summer?
Thnx for stopping by
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