The Waterlilies

In my dream,
the layers of fog engulf me,
waterlilies dancing on the water.
They sway gently ,
as time marches forward.
Dad,
when I looked at Monet's waterlilies,
I imagined you there with me.
You would stay beside me,
as we would lose ourselves in the
beauty of the moment.
You would inhale it,
the way I did.
We would take it in slow breaths,
you would tell me about his life,
his love,
his passion,
because you would know.
Dad you were,
a lover of life,
a lover of beauty,
a poet,
a dreamer.
You never lost the hunger to live,
and love.
In my dream we reunite,
and I weep ,
I want to stay in your arms.
I want the dream to last forever.

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