Lobbies to Your Somewhere
A place where voices speak the boredom
Laughter cries for reward
And quiet patience of the doorman
Waits out the dampness of night
Longing for morning sun
A time when the lounge down the hall
Merges a piano's reverie with chatter
Where expectations take flight with the bartender's "last call"
A place where the faux library wall remains silent
Dust of disinterest forever accumulating
A lobby to somewhere
At times the welcoming space to dreams unrealized
The preparation for rewards at any cost
For others
The final check-in
Life's baggage fatigue
Wearily at an end
Lobbies to your somewhere
Entrances and exit
Merely serving our journey
Lately, my nocturnal dreaming has been more vivid than any time in my life. More questions loom with minimal answers. Perhaps there is some simple explanation, but for now, I’m paintng some flash fiction prosetry possibilities.
I, too have had vivid dreams that seem to come out of nothing and relate to nothing that I know already. Some do, but most don't.
Thank you for reviewing your synopsis of this one.
Ron