Written by: Charmaine Chircop

This early morn I woke up my cheek to a wet pillow a hot tear upon my shoulder cold arms on empty sheets It must have been somebody special who came into my sleep It must have been a memory which lingered in a dream It must have been a moment where other moments disappear It must have been his palms playing within my hair. I walked so closely to the window my fingertips kept writing in the mist a name i thought i had forgotten kept coming back in a sweet kiss I've put my arms around me believing he was standing there a warm breath upon my neck's nape Soft whisper in my ear. Last night I have been dreaming this morn kept feeling blue I wonder if in your world you are a dreamer too.