There was a Dream,
That I’d never met you,
That we’d passed and missed each other;
Almost, but not quite.
There was a Dream,
That all we have now,
Our children, the pets, and our home were all gone,
Leaving me bereft in burning great loss, alone.
There was a Dream, but I was awake,
Not sleep, not daydreaming,
And all we had together had born its own fruit,
And you and I were ever side by side,
Never apart,
Even when far out of sight of the other.
Love is not blind, or stupid,
It sees and feels and is,
Is love forever.
There was a Dream,
Of Our Love,
And that dream’s forever.
