And it was you, in the dream
calling in murmured tones-
sounds that held me; led me through the fog until
you shown bright in the sun.
My heart raced with joy to be near you-
to inhale the precious air near you.
In the flame of my delight, your light was dim
and you came- it seems so simply- to say goodbye.
I asked: "Will you leave me now?"
and at once I was your child again, a needful boy
with heart in hand--"will you ... leave me now?"
and I let you see the depths of me, the longing and ache
I could not shape my lips to deny...
Later, after waking, and deep in its throes
I felt I'd read a page of your life
an episode near its end
I'd felt the precious air, lift from the leaf
As I closed that book of dreams
i realized something of me
was left behind, something kept
between the lines of words, that gave them spirit.
The page has made an indelible place in my life
now connected to you- once again, a page
once read, that kept its reader.
