Dreams Of You

      Dreams Of You

The candy colored clown they call The Sandman

slips into my room every night.

He says: “Go to sleep, if you can.”

“Everything —-will be alright.”

 

I close my eyes and say a prayer.

I pray that I will dream of you.

Then, suddenly, you are there.

In my dreams I’m with you too.

We walk along, as dreamers do.

I hold your hand as I walk with you.

You smile and say: “I love you.”

I pray that this is really true.

Then slow but, sure. You slip away.

I’m all alone standing there.

I awake as I start to say—-.

 

I go back to sleep again.

Soon, I am sleeping sound.

I dream I have you back again.

There is no one else around.

Your standing there in all your beauty.

I come to you with trembling lips.

You turn and give yourself to me.

I hold you firmly in my grip.

Then I awake once more.

I have a death grip on my pillow.

A sound. I run to the door—-

 

Of course, no one is there.

You have left this earth forever.

But, in my dreams, you still care.

You say, your with me forever.—————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

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