I Had A Dream Last Night

In the middle of my sleep

I had a dream last night,

you appeared at my door

and oh what a sight.

The sound of the door bell

an awakening of fright,

who was at my door

at this hour of the night?

I went to the door

and peered outside,

and there you stood

with nothing to hide.

I opened the door

with awe on my face,

just looking at you

in all your grace.

You were clothed in a gown

that was a reflection of you,

so very form fitting

like a custom shoe.

I looked into your eyes

and saw nothing of alarm,

only your pure self

and all of its charm.

I asked with concern

are you all right,

and you simply stood there

in the cold dark night.

And then I saw it

the birth of a tear,

from the corner of your eye

and I was engrossed in fear.

“I’m terribly alone

and can only think of the end,

and for this night

I need to lie with my friend”.

My brain was clouded

and my heart broke,

as I simply stood there

not a word was spoke.

From somewhere behind me

an angel did appear,

and into my soul

she whispered nothing to fear.

So I opened my door

as wide as I could,

allowing you in

yet wondering if I should.

Here was the woman

whom I had loved so much,

who decided to leave me

it seemed in deaths clutch.

Without a thought

I held you in my arms,

trying to silence all

your mental alarms.

You pulled away

with a smile on your face,

and your heart spoke

of thanks for the space.

How could I deny

a place in my bed,

with someone who still had

a place in my head.

You had that smell

only you could achieve,

combining morning dew

with a full moons eve.

You slipped into my bed

and pulled up the covers,

not a word was spoken

but still the tension hovers.

As I joined you

without a thought,

I reached out my arm

you seemed so distraught.

There was a slight delay

as you pondered the why

but then you snuggled

and let out a very long sigh.

I heard you whimper

and you gave a small shake,

with so much sincerity

that you couldn’t just fake.

The memories fell

like bombs in a war,

the good and the bad

and so much more.

But in the end

it was a simple matter,

like when rain falls

and makes a splatter.

So we lay there together

all quiet and calm,

like a church gathering

right after a psalm.

There was never a question

of sex or of love,

only the trust of a friend

with an angel from above.

In the middle of my sleep

I had a dream last night,

you appeared at me door

and oh what a sight.

Gary R Cramer

May 14, 2010