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.