I dreamt of you again last night.
I held you with all my might.
Tears flowed from my face,
as i yearned to never leave your embrace.
The smell of your skin, the taste of your tears
the sound of your laughter, joy without fear.
That moment a treasure,
but the treasure was a dream.
If dreams were reality and reality was a dream,
I would sail right to heaven to be redeemed.
I would walk on water with you by my side,
in eternal bliss we would forever abide.
But dreams are just streams of healing at night,
this wound has been one of the hardest to fight.
And I will keep dreaming of you till the stars have no light,
for you were my baby but the times were not right.
Copyright © Hani Gholami | Year Posted 2016