How often have I stopped

startled in my dreams

to see you yonder

friend and lover

to feel a fantasy so real

is yet a tragedy for sure

for tears have welled

and heart swelled in pain

yet knowing how

way leads to way

and living one day to another

to hold. to tell. to breathe

care and love as I know

is what floats life

transient in this world

when I feel deep and real

a presence I cannot hold

yet near every time

words I have none

but hold make real a dream

and this be life

such be living