Sunday, March 11, 2012

Dream fragment, 1:38 a.m.


My father’s father in his work clothes,
kissing our grandsons’ toes;
his smile, his suntan, his smell.


7 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

Compact and complete.

Great post William.

Gigi Little said...

beautiful.

William Michaelian said...

Jonathan, thanks. This dream was, and remains, a real joy.

Gigi, thank you.

Bitch said...

You even can smell in your dreams?
Lucky you, my dear friend!!!

William Michaelian said...

Even luckier, I think, Monika, in that I can never be quite sure where dreams and waking begin or end — or life or death or imagination, for that matter.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

I want just to say that your dreams and the way you told them to us is moving

thank you, really thank you, always a sweet nostalgic melancholic and nice feelings of home to came here

William Michaelian said...

Such kind, beautiful words. Thank you, Laura. I’m truly honored that you feel this way.