John Lennon said he was a dreamer

Knew in his soul he was not the only one

And like Kermit, here I am still dreaming

Of a rainbow connection that has not yet begun


A home we built together

Spooned laughter mixed with mixing bowls

And walls adorned with framed adventures

Waltz graced floors imprinted with our soles


A front porch painted with sunrises

Grained conversations stained in wood

A lilac bush holding past and current memories

Scented reminders of all that is good.


A kitchen where you can find me

Baking cookies cause you had a bad week

That turns into a ballroom

And finds us dancing cheek-to-cheek


Rooms filled with all our love-making

Tables etched with all we have discussed

The rainbow connection we finally found—

The lovers, the dreamers, and us

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25 Responses to Home

  1. Beautiful words Kristian.

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  2. Brad Osborne says:

    Lovely form, wonderful imagery, and beautiful phrasing. The pace is steady and smooth. Well written, my friend!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Laaaa laaaa la la laaa la la laaaaaa! ❤️

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  4. utahan15 says:

    someone wrote like dreamers do
    and is a vegan know who?

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  5. Ah, you’ve left me with a calming sigh and the hint of a smile on my face.

    Liked by 1 person

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