Your Missing Link

YOUR MISSING LINK I dreamt you dead. Now read between each word. I thought the dream was mine, but it was you who dreamt of me, a love song seldom heard, though it was me, I guess you never knew. Yes I was there, not making any sense, and you, so young and beautiful would think who is this fool, across this chain link fence? But you'd not dream I am your missing link. How could I be there in your restless sleep, and touch your hand; remembering your eyes, when I awake, from what I thought too deep to understand or hope to even fantasize. Though I was dead, I searched to find a gate, but none was there--and you had dreamt too late. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa