If she could see my dreams,
I wonder what she would feel...
What she would say
To me.
In darkness of the early morning
I laid awake in bed
Thinking of her,
Wishing I could say,
So many things.
I drifted back to sleep,
And, in a dream,
She came to me,
Walking down a long hall,
In a flowing robe,
To where I sat on a sofa.
She sat beside me,
On the arm of the sofa
Leaning over me,
So close
I could have kissed her.
I wish I had.
In my dream we talked.
I used all the words
I want to use, and,
I like to believe,
She might want to hear.
Words that cannot be spoken
When awake.
Then I awoke,
The image of her face,
Still in my mind,
If not my eyes.
The pleasure of her visit lingered,
Her nearness still a part,
Of the air around me,
A bit of dream slowly melting away,
To be replaced by the emptiness
Of a reality where
My words could only
Be spoken,
In a dream,
Which she could not see.
Donovan Baldwin