Just Another Dream

Just Another Dream

So of course, I wrote about it.

I dreamed about it so of course I wrote about it 

His presence was

warm and strong

His touch

gentle and comforting

His kiss

soft and sweet

His voice

thick and warm, like liquid gold

He said: 'I love you'

And I felt his warm breath against my temple

I felt safe and loved

then without warning the fragile wall that separates dreams from reality slowly dissolved

as lucidity pushed it's way in, 

I tried desperately to hold onto him

but like a mist he faded away

and in the darkness of the early morning hours

 cold in my aloneness

And tangled in white sheets

I struggle to remember his face

P. Najafabadi

2003

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