Lucid Dream 33

LUCID DREAM 33 I saw you dream. Now read between each word. I thought the dream was mine, but it was you who dreamt of me, a love song seldom heard, though it was me, I guess you never knew. Yes I was there, not making any sense, and you, so young and beautiful would think who is this fool, across my rusting fence? And you'd not dream I am your missing link. How else could I be there, where-in you sleep, and touch your hand; remembering your eyes when I awake, from what I thought too deep to understand or hope to fantasize. I saw you dream. I searched to find a gate, but none was there and you had dreamed too late. © ron arbuthnot