I dreamt that she sat by my head
R. Hanson
I dreamt that she sat by my head,
tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers,
playing the melody of her touch.
I looked at her face and struggled with my tears,
till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered
if at this moment she had a dream that rhymed with mine.