Last Night I Dreamed
Last night I dreamed of youthful days, when all the world was new.
The faces of the long ago, were there for me to view.
Old friends appeared to me again; we chatted for awhile.
I recognized their voices and their laughter and each smile.
And he was there, my first sweet love, with his beloved touch.
He hadn't changed, I felt the same, as when we loved so much.
This morning I awakened to a pillow wet with tears.
I have been taking roses to his grave for forty years.
Why did I dream about them? Why were they sent to me?
Is there important message, I am truly meant to see?
Perhaps He sent them as a gift to show they're in His care.
And when it's time for me to go, I'll find a welcome there.
Wirtten in Iambic Heptameter
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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