Dreaming Of Yesterday Poem by Elizabeth Ann JohnsonMurphree

Dreaming through the distance misty lives of the unknown; among bellowing clouds where Heavenly bells are heard above laughter silenced long ago, dreaming of yesterday.

Beds of Lotus upon the clouds where I once lay softly, a paradox invading the mind, the spirit a living fire; dreaming of yesterday.

The lives of those left behind are fragile and torn; patchwork hearts are scattered to the four winds, where the light of day and darkness blend, dreaming of yesterday.

I wake, I meditate; and then with a mournful sigh I remember those I have lost, and I am left behind dreaming of yesterday.