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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 © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 2/7/2012 8:22:00 AM
Congratulations to you on your win in Debbie Guzzi 's "Change for the Meter" contest Joyce. Love, Carol
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Date: 2/6/2012 8:06:00 AM
A beautiful poem Joyce.Congrats on your win.
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Date: 2/6/2012 1:32:00 AM
nice win, thank you, Al
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Date: 2/6/2012 12:59:00 AM
Oh wow, this really gave me chills, Joyce-- what a very beautiful and heartfelt write-- I too, have experienced waking up to a wet pillow, dreaming of a loved one... very beautiful write that flowed so perfectly! Super congrats on your win!
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Date: 2/5/2012 5:58:00 PM
I was thinking and thinking about this poem all day! It has an exemplary knowledge of form! I think Joyce I am too worried about dying myself right now to give this the proper placement. I think the subject matter put me off, I'm sorry! It should have been higher. Congrad's are unnecessary sine you do know your own skill! Light & Love Always
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Date: 2/5/2012 4:04:00 PM
Beautiful poem, Joyce. Very touching! O what I would have given for that kind of love for even a few years. God bless, Maureen
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Date: 2/5/2012 2:54:00 PM
Its all relevant i think Joyce,, and best wishes on the great spot achieved here..
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Date: 2/5/2012 10:43:00 AM
Joyce congrats on your win, absolutely beautiful..David
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Date: 2/5/2012 8:46:00 AM
Per usual, a beautiful, heartfelt offering. Always enjoy your poems Joyce. Congratulations
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Date: 1/22/2012 9:19:00 PM
wow, joyce, you could enter this not only in the metered contest but also in the dream one. Very pleasing story too, and for me you have got meter down pat!!
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Date: 1/22/2012 12:50:00 PM
Joyce, I often have dreams like this one. I teared up thinking of you taking roses to your husband's grave for forty years. John is buried in NJ and I can't visit his grave. I think these dreams are just a way of preparing us for the reunion we'll all have in the afterlife. (Check "I'l" in the last line.) I'm not a meter maid, but this flowed beautifully! Sorry I haven't been able to comment much. Love you, Carolyn
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Date: 1/21/2012 2:22:00 PM
A beautiful dream Joyce,meet old friends and all them you loved.Maybe they tell you it is a lovely place to come to one day.:) oxox love Anne-Lise
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