Last night, I dreamt of you
again.
A warm dream, a dream of
comfort,
A dream of memory.
I held you.
Perhaps you held me,
And I knew love gain,
I knew happiness.
And then with the sun,
And the singing of garden
birds,
I awoke to loneliness.
You had gone;
And I was cold.
Daniel B. Griffth the Chattering Magpie © 2015
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