Month: August 2013

I dreamt of you the last night

and I knew it wasn’t true.

I saw your smiling face last night,

woven with years of being you.

You beamed at me, so confident,

and I knew it couldn’t be true,

but your voice, like leaves,

rustled in my ears last night.

Could it be you?

I knew of dream’s deceit last night

I knew it wasn’t true,

Yet, still,

I saw you laugh last night.

Could it be you?

Through words, through imagery,

through pictures of my youth.

I knew it was a dream last night,

but perception is the truth…

For, I thanked God this morning

because through Him, I saw you.