[Author’s Note: I knew what was to come. Some part of me knew. Here’s another piece of the puzzle. Further proof that some part of me knew what was happening.
This piece I wrote on 18 August 2010. Almost 2 months before the old me died, and the new me was born.]
Dream
I will share with you
The dream I had today.
It was a dream of you.
And of what I would do
If I ever see that hurt
And fear
In your pretty eyes.
I would walk to you.
And stand by your side.
And ask you please
To trust me.
And then
To close your eyes.
And then I would
So gently place
My hands upon your shoulders.
So you would know I’m there.
And I would have
Just one word
That I would softly whisper
In your ear.
Dream.
Dreams, I have learned
Have a power all their own.
And though I know
Dreams are not real,
They are a gift to me.
A gift of someplace special.
Inside my heart and soul.
A place where I can always go.
A place where I can rest.
And when I’m in that special place
The things that haunt my life
Simply cannot follow me.
And for a time I’m free
To live once again.
In my dreams
I smile.
But dreams
Are only dreams,
I know.
And always
They must end.
Leaving me
To face this world
That I live in
Once again.
But for a time
However short,
Because I had a dream,
I had a chance
To catch my breath.
I had a chance
To rest.
And always
When my dreams end
I am ready
To face my world
And whatever
My day brings.
So I would have
Just one word
That I would softly whisper
In your ear.
Dream.
My Soul's Tears 