I dreamed of you.
Before we met I knew
That somehow, some way,
You were mine.

Through foggy, disjointed
Sleeping images
Your hand touched mine
And I felt the heat.

There was love and there was light
And I could not wait to give myself
To the darkness.
For that was when we were together.

Then I met you and for once I understood
That dreams became reality.
Your hand touched mine
And I felt the heat.

You were my boldest desire,
My greatest shame.
Now I truly understand
That dreams lie.

Brea C. Viragh is a poet, short story author, and novelist.
When she is not writing, she’s likely binge-watching HGTV, planning her next home renovation project, or annoying others by threatening to put them in her next book.

She received her B.A. from Berea College and her M.S. from Nova Southeastern University. Her work is featured in Warren Lapine’s Fantastic Stories Science Fiction Anthology, New Realm by Fiction Magazine, and The Bracelet Charm Biannual by Conceit Magazine.

Ms. Viragh lives with her boyfriend, puppy, and three cats in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.

You can visit her at http://imexhaustedwhereareyou.wordpress.com

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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