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)