Unwoken po.d.1

I dreamt a dream last night.

I dreamed that I went back in time
to when you hand was still in mine;
the world was ours and ever fine
to wake up with bodies intertwined.

I dreamed that awake was the dream
And asleep things were as they seemed,
where your love the brush and heart the scene,
where fantasy and longing reign supreme.

I dreamed of a past that was the present,
where your memory and image sent
tears, not gloomy, rather pleasant
and in your light the night was spent.

But, I woke up alone and in a daze;
the fading dream now gone in haze.
Tonight on knees I know he prays
that soon his nights become his days.