A Dream Recalled

In my bed, memory took fancied flight, When I met with dear friends the other night. Some Loved ones and Folks I’d known so well, Stopped by to visit. Numbers more than I could tell! Some of those seen, had long been away, While others, were met only yesterday. But all were welcome; they made me glad, Though now I’ve wakened, I’m left feeling sad. For they were Folks, of whom I’d been very fond. Long since left for a place which lies far beyond. All without exception, have become a vital part Of precious moments, kept stored within my heart. Though dreams seldom make sense - for it is their way, It’s when thinking on them, in the cold light of day, That I recall another time and another place, Bringing a brief seen smile to lighten my face! As I grow older, dreams bring their own reward, While their very substance no longer seems untoward. When comes that fateful day - as such that Fate will deem, Perhaps I too, will play my part in someone’s dream? September 10th, 2016