A poem(not by myself)

The Dream

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can't dream myself awake a third time.


David Solway

Stumbleupon brought me to a page just now and all that was on that page was this poem. It's quite sad, and the worst part is knowing what its like to be the other person, the one who stopped loving, and I guess thats why this poem says a lot to me.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!

I need help deciding on a totem for summer camp this year. So let me explain what I mean at camp we have the dining hall and all the campers go to their tables and each table grabs a totem that represents a staff member. The staff member then goes and sits at that table. Last year I used a large stuffed gorilla and the year before I used a howler monkey, but I don't know what I should use this year, any ideas?

also, if anyone knows any good campfire songs and skits I would appreciate it if you could pass them along to me cause I need to have 2 ready for summer.