Seven Dreams of You

In the first I sat idle, useless, alone

A statue in memorium

As if you’d carved me into stone

The second woke me startled

I felt no Earth beneath my feet

Tumbled through the ether

Felt your hot, white heat

In one, you simply walked away and drifted out of sight

I woke up crying that night

The sweetest left me reeling; hungry for more

In my saddest,

You were waves and I was shore

My favorite was of you and I lying comfortably in bed

And all the things that swirl around, were quiet in my head

In the last and final dream I had, no image carried through

There was just a whisper; the lonely ghost of you