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.