Your Missing Link
YOUR MISSING LINK
I dreamt you dead. 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 this chain link fence?
But you'd not dream I am your missing link.
How could I be there in your restless sleep,
and touch your hand; remembering your eyes,
when I awake, from what I thought too deep
to understand or hope to even fantasize.
Though I was dead, I searched to find a gate,
but none was there--and you had dreamt too late.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
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