Aug 3
i only saw you
in my dreams.
you always came to me—
kind, and sweet too.
and, as it seems,
i could not let you be.
i wished it true,
a fate in flowing streams,
a spark, a glimpse of glee—
to carry me to you,
and you to me.
but i only saw you
in my dreams.
in my dreams.
you always came to me—
kind, and sweet too.
and, as it seems,
i could not let you be.
i wished it true,
a fate in flowing streams,
a spark, a glimpse of glee—
to carry me to you,
and you to me.
but i only saw you
in my dreams.
for months i have had sporadic vivid dreams always differing but one thing remains the same, a man. he always appears when i need help, big or small, he is there. i don't know his name and i can never remember his face. i can see his black hair, olive skin tone, basic black tee and jeans, never his ****** features. he alludes me. so this poem is to my mystery dream man. thank you.
