Monday, October 25, 2010

Dreaming the lie



Dreaming the lie

You were in my dreams last night,
We were having tea,
Maybe somewhere far from home,
Maybe somewhere near.

I woke alone, flushed with sweat,
The room spartan, austere.
So bittersweet to feel your heat,
Your voice still haunting me.

I’d rather dream of those who’ve died
Than dream this dream of lies,
Knowing why they can’t return,
Knowing why you won’t.