Cobble Stone Courts.

Cobble Stone Courts.

Night after night,
dream after dream.
I go to a place,
that I’ve never been.

How did I get here,
where is this place?
A spark of a memory,
a familiar face.

All feels correct,
a heart-felt embrace.
A feeling of belonging,
within this dreams space.

I notice a dwelling,
that I've seen before.
I know that I am dreaming,
yet see and sense no flaw.

Cobble stone courts,
seats made of stone.
dwellings upon dwellings,
is what I was shown.

On closer inspection,
i spied a small stream.
And as soon as I did,
I awoke from my dream.

Night after night,
dream after dream.
I go to a place,
that I’ve never been.-written by Robyn Brown