I Dreamt

I Dreamt

A Poem by Kira Fulks



I dreamt you were here
with me last night
you covered my heart
with blankets so white
and you laid next to me
right here by my side
humming a hymn of a childhood that died.

In morning I sensed
you were here in my room
hand in hand we recounted
a life that had bloomed
and secrets of days
that have passed and are gone
the words that were whispered
made my skin crawl at dawn.

A gust of wind blew thru the window
and puffed the curtains apart
and the burst tore my soul into limbo
and trembled the strings of my heart.

Tonight I felt you were here
right with me
and you told me of new things
and places you’ve seen
of a life everlasting
in the great green space
beyond the horizon and the blue universe.
*
@Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 21, 2018 | OC, California
For my brother Ehud Shimoni R.I.P.

© 2020 Kira Fulks


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Beautifully penned dear Kira. A moving account of a visit from a loved one now residing in heaven's pastures.

humming a hymn of a childhood that died

that one line stands out for me in an exceptional poem. Dreams can be both a comfort and a curse.

Chris



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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kira Fulks

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much my dear poetess Chris! Your comment give me chills. This is actually a translatio.. read more



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I can totally feel the pain :((( This poem is really great.

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Kira Fulks

1 Week Ago

Thank you sweetheart ❤️
i agree with Christine ..beautifully penned .. there is a gentleness in remembrance tho it is one of great loss .. again .. the art is a perfect fit .. to wake from a dream of a loved one who has passed is uplifting having "seen" them again ... and wrenching as in waking the wound is opened once more .. i am old .. and know this place well ;) we get through such things

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Kira Fulks

1 Week Ago

Thank you my newly found friend Einstein for your soul felt comment...Thank God we do get over thing.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Week Ago

me too
Beautifully penned dear Kira. A moving account of a visit from a loved one now residing in heaven's pastures.

humming a hymn of a childhood that died

that one line stands out for me in an exceptional poem. Dreams can be both a comfort and a curse.

Chris



Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kira Fulks

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much my dear poetess Chris! Your comment give me chills. This is actually a translatio.. read more
Deceased loved ones are apt to come to us in dreams--as well as, once,
mutually-shared surroundings.
That "great green space" is not, often enough, characterized as the dead's
new world of continued experience and deeper education.
A lovely and touching piece of work, poetess.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Kira Fulks

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment Jimmy! The Green space is a reference to a poem engrav.. read more
I knew fairly quickly this was a eulogy to a passed one who was loved. It has a haunting sadness and a longing flavour that echos the loss you must feel. A well written piece indeed. Sorry for your loss Kira.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kira Fulks

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you John for your beautiful words! I look forward to these visits..they keep me connected...

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Added on September 4, 2020
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Kira Fulks
Kira Fulks

Orange County, CA



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Yakira (kira) Shimoni Fulks is a dynamic multimedia artist. Kira expresses in a variety of mediums including: graphic and digital arts, videography, music and poetry, singing and songwriting, traditi.. more..

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