memories and dreams
‘It is just a dream,’ I keep telling myself. But this doesn’t make it any less real.
I still wake up, with the bitter taste of grief , and reach for you, in vain.
Your presence lingers in the room, I can sense it, as if you have been here, beside me, in silence.
Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t dream of you, but then, this is the only thing I have… memories and dreams.
comment from Bill Mason
time August 8, 2010 at 5:34 am
Dreams are a double-edged sword. We dare not disarm…but sometimes its edges will cut.