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Holly Peterson

Clouded Dream

I dream of things
That make no sense
Of starry nights
And jars of cents
And of time warps
And twisted tales
I don’t think twice
But I set the scales

Fog that surrounds
A clouded loft
I feel it on
My skin so soft
Planets orbit
In a loop of time
The air smells sweet
With a hint of lime

Off into the distance
A crowd of kids
Looking up
They place their bids
Footprints engraved
With adolescent wrath
Christmas trees line
A well worn path

Screams of joy
Fill the wide open space
The children run
Pick up their pace
The beat of Marley
Fills the room
Consistent and chill
With a gentle boom

Close behind me
I can hear their pain
Cries of drama
Look back in disdain
Through tears and time
And of will they ever
They know they have
To stick together

Another night
The same old routine
Their hearts are new
And their eyes pristine
I see the world
From a funny view
Everyone in harmony
This friendship is true

I wish we never
Have to move
Only time will tell
We’ll carry on smooth
Try not to wake me
When the sun beams
I’m going back
Into my cloud of dreams

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]