I dream of joy hereafter

I no longer dream,
Perhaps it’s because
My hours of sleep
Are few and far between .

I no longer dream,
But my waking hours
Are blissful
And in soft focus.

I no longer dream,
Your snuffles
As you rest on my chest
Are dream enough.

I no longer dream,
Instead I wonder,
If this is joy here
What will it be after?

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