In my dreams I see you clearly
no film of tears before my eyes
clear as a picture through a lens
before the dying light arrives.
 
I ascend fast the steps of weary sleep
climbing to reach your call
but alas my efforts are futile,
for you are nowhere, not here at all…
 
In my dreams I see your smile
the twinkling of your eyes
smell the warmth of scented body
I will not wake… I do not die!
 
For nights bring compassion
there is  sympathy in the darkness,
dreams becomes a cosy shroud I
wish not to leave.
 
In my dreams I see you clearly
In my dreams  I quietly grieve…