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